“I missed you,” he said when he released her lips.

  “I missed you, too,” she said, and then he lowered her down to focus on Beck who pulled her toward him as he rocked his hips upward. They kissed. Avery massaged her ass, then lowered down to lick along her asshole. She was wet and ready. It was like her body knew she was made for them and was at their beck and call whenever, whatever they wanted.

  “Oh God, please. Please I need so much. I missed you all so much today,” she admitted and then felt fingers slide into her asshole.

  “Fuck,” Avery hissed and nipped her shoulder with his teeth and then licked along the skin with his tongue. She rocked her hips.

  “Take me, too, Avery. Please,” she begged.

  “I want to be sure you’re nice and wet. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

  “Never. I’m more than ready,” she said to him, and then he pulled his fingers from her ass and replaced them with his cock. The moment he slid into her, she moaned, and so did they. She felt the ‘plop’ sensation and then began to thrust her hips. She moved up and down and back and forth, both men countering her thrusts until they took over complete control. Avery grabbed her arms and pulled them behind her. He stood up at the edge of the bed, thrusting into her ass as Beck held her hips and thrust upward. She was restrained, and it did her in. She screamed out as she came. Hard. She felt it everywhere, and then the bed dipped and Brick was there. He cupped her breast and then lowered his mouth to it to nip at her nipple. She gasped when she felt Saber, on her other side, suckle her breast and then tug.

  “Oh.” She moaned and moved forward. Avery didn’t release her arms, and he and Beck didn’t stop thrusting into her. She felt wild, but still so needy. She didn’t know what came over her as she lowered her head to Brick’s cock and began to suck on him.

  “Yes. Oh yeah, so fucking good,” he said to her and caressed her hair.

  She then released his cock and turned toward Saber, who was stroking his own cock. She lowered and took it into her mouth.

  “Afina! Holy fuck, that is wild and hot. Fuck,” Brick said aloud. The men carried on. She felt Saber’s palm slide along her ass and squeeze it while she sucked his cock.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  She pulled off of his cock and went back to sucking on Brick’s when Avery roared and came.

  “There. Fuck,” Beck said and came next.

  “Release me. Saber and I take you now!” Brick ordered, and in a flash they were moving her. She was lifted up and kissed by Saber, and then he fell to the bed. She straddled his hips and rocked up and down on his cock. Behind her Brick grabbed her hair and then aligned his cock with her asshole and slowly sunk into her. The three of them moaned. She exhaled, felt Brick’s hand on her shoulder and Saber’s hands on her hips as they thrust and stroked into her harder, faster, and she could hardly catch her breath or hold on. Through hooded eyes, she stared at Avery, who reached up and caressed her thigh.

  “Our woman is so giving, so sexy and hot. All ours. No one else.”

  “No one!” Brick grunted and rocked faster, deeper, and she felt her body explode in pleasure. She screamed this time and came as her voice went hoarse, and then Brick and Saber followed, coming inside of her. She collapsed against Saber’s chest.

  “Sweet mother, that was fucking incredible,” Beck said. She kept her eyes closed and just breathed, even as they moved her to the bed, washed her up, and tucked her in with kisses to her skin before she fell fast asleep.

  * * * *

  “Be careful. Please, both of you,” Afina said to Avery and then Beck as she kissed them good-bye. They both looked so sexy, so masculine, but she feared what today might bring as they explained the hope of an end to this case. Earlier this morning when they mentioned Cortone and Lucca Modera, she told them a story she overheard about drugs and guns and a warehouse owned by Modara and that Jake’s brother was talking to one of the guys about hiding shipments in safe keeping. Whatever that little bit of information provided, it had both men on the phone and then organizing a plan of action as someone got arrested and was brought in for questioning by agents in the FBI, and an agent named Flemming. She didn’t know, but it all seemed to her like this case could be coming to an end sooner than later.

  Beck gave her a wink as he held her in his arms, squeezed her ass, and then gave it a slap. “We’ll be fine. You, watch your ass. Maybe let Brick and Saber pick out your outfit for work today,” he said and released her to Avery who pulled her close and kissed her neck as he hugged her and ran his hand over her ass, as well.

  “Pick out my work outfit?” she asked.

  “Already checked her closet. It’s all the same. Tight, sexy. I think she should just stay home with us,” Brick stated, arms crossed in front of his chest. They had all taken showers already, and she was only wearing a silk robe.

  “You were in my closet?” she asked.

  “And your underwear drawer, too. We’re going shopping. You don’t have any garter belts or thigh-high stockings.”

  “Women still wear those?” she asked.

  “Oh shit. That’s a dig at your age, buddy,” Saber said, and her cheeks flushed.

  Brick grabbed her by her robe, slid it down, and used the lapels to restrain her arms and expose her breasts.

  “I actually think thigh-high stockings on our little sexual goddess will bring pleasure to all of us.” He lowered his mouth to lick her nipple, then suckle her breast as she struggled to get free.

  “Brick, I need to go to work.”

  “Soon.”

  “We better go. Take care of her. We’ll talk later,” Avery told her, and he and Beck headed out of her condo, leaving her with Saber and Brick.

  “I can see her in garters, but maybe that isn’t sexy enough. How about nipple clamps, maybe some chains leading down to her clit?” Saber said as he pinched her nipple and then slid a palm into her robe and down to her pussy. She didn’t even know what he was talking about, but her body reacted.

  “Oh yeah, she may be game for a little rough stuff in the bedroom.” Brick gripped her chin.

  “The things we’re going to teach you, woman.” He pressed his lips to hers, and yeah, she was definitely going into work late today.

  Chapter 6

  “That fucking asshole. Are you sure?” Modara asked Colett.

  “Got the fucking proof. The boxes the guns were in came from the warehouse. Plus the drugs he stole, as well. We grabbed his partner, Ray, and beat the piss out of him. He told us everything, including Gains’s plans to get the money from the drugs, and stage some kind of encounter to get injured and retire early. Wants to take that hot brunette along with him,” Colett told him.

  “He fucking rips me off then sells my guns to Cortone, who then sells them to Gordon and Vendis Murto, and those guns are Vendis Murto’s to begin with.”

  “Exactly, and no one was none the wiser.”

  “Yeah, well, now my ass is on the line, and Verdis is going to kill me when he finds out that the weapons were stolen from him, then sold to him. He paid for those.”

  “He’ll want Gains dead. It will be easier to just sic Gordon and Verdis on Gains and let them get rid of him, and keep your hands clean of it all.”

  “Fuck, it won’t work that way. Verdis is going to kill me for causing his shit to get stolen. That was my responsibility.”

  “It will get worse if you don’t make him aware of things now. What if you tell him about the feds snooping around, and about that Internal Affairs detective, Armos? He knows that brunette Gains is head over heels over. Maybe that will give them something to work with.”

  “I’ll have to do something to show good faith to keep us alive,” he said, and then his cell phone buzzed.

  “Let me call you back. It’s West on the line.”

  He hung up and took the call from Cortone’s guy, West. “Heard you were looking for information on guns. You want to buy or sell?” he asked.

  “Neither. I was ripped off, and your boss was screwed.”

  “What? How?”

  “Well, come to find out that dirty, scum bag cop, Gains, stole the guns and drugs too from the warehouse. Then he sold them to your boss who sold them to Gordon and Vendis, and those guns were Vendis’s to begin with.”

  “What the fuck? That asshole cop screwed us? How the fuck did he get into that warehouse? How did he get away with this?”

  “Sure the fuck did screw us, and I’m working on finding out who dropped the ball on guarding the place, but it seems because of that Internal Affairs cop Armos investigating Gains, and Gains screwing up several times, the FBI has been snooping around. When we caught wind of that we made sure that no one was near the warehouse or made it look active. He fucked us good, and he plans on taking some woman along with him when he skips town.”

  “He’s a dead man.”

  “You’ll have to wait in line, West. I got dibs on him since he ripped me off initially.”

  “If I were you, I would just call Gordon and Vendis and explain it yourself. As far as the drugs, we don’t have that in our possession. My boss sold the guns. That’s where the money was. I bet Gains is selling the shit to one of those dealers downtown. The bigger concerns are the feds that have been snooping around. Gains need to be eliminated. Why dirty our hands? Let Vendis or Gordon dirty theirs.”

  “You’re right. I’ll call them now.”

  * * * *

  “Fix this, Gordon. I’m leaving shortly. You know that Gains is doing that drug deal downtown. Take him out. Make it look like a drug deal gone bad and that cop had a bad habit.”

  “Can’t exactly do that when our inside people say that Internal Affairs are investigating Gains, and the anti-drug task force are, as well. They got tipped on the sale of the guns, which means they’ll find out we purchased them. This whole fuckup is Gains’s fault. He’ll go down. Worse is that West was picked up by the feds just a few minutes ago. There’s been some activity near Modera’s warehouse, and your merchandise might be in FBI hands within the hour.”

  “That fucking dirty cop caused all this shit. He ratted us out, even the warehouse. That fucker ripped me off. I paid for my own shit. That’s fucking bullshit, and everyone who fucked up will get theirs. Including that fucking cop Armos. He should have died when his partner did. They came close to busting that deal, and they won’t get the last laugh now. I want them dead or scared shitless. Perhaps taking Afina and roughing her up will let them know to back off. You decide, but fix this.”

  “I don’t know who she’s with, Gains or Armos and others. For all we know, Afina could have told Armos about the warehouse. She knew about it. She was around those conversations just a couple of years back. She’s smart, and retained the information. You know she isn’t some fucking bimbo.”

  “Obviously she isn’t. You’re assuming she was the one who leaked information on the warehouse, but it really doesn’t matter. Gains has been nothing but a problem since we first dealt with him, and he killed that cop and shot Armos. Then he does this shit? Basically rips me off behind my back and he thinks he’s going to live. You said he may be screwing Afina, maybe the cop, too? Grab her. Take her and make her, but first slit that fucker’s throat. If you want to, meet me in Vegas, but only come if things are complete. I want my fucking money back, but if I can’t get that, then I want Gains dead. When he shot those two cops that night, we should have parted ways then.”

  “He proved himself worthy by killing that cop and shooting the other one. Doesn’t matter now though. He’s done. I’ll take care of everything.”

  “Make him suffer.”

  “Will do.”

  * * * *

  “Say that again?” Gains asked as he prepared to leave for the evening and go take care of the exchange in an hour.

  “I heard that IA is working with the anti-drug task force on a case, and they’re hitting a bar in Sussex in an hour. Top brass are involved, and Gale said she saw federal agents, too. They’re preparing to raid some warehouse they believe is holding stolen merchandise,” Sal said to him.

  Gains got a bad feeling. Could they be onto him? Fuck, he had to go get his fucking money. Maybe he could change the location last minute? No, he couldn’t. Those men would say fuck you and never give him his money. Shit. It had to have been Afina. She tipped those men off, especially if she was fucking Avery. He was IA. They got to her, and she was helping them. Or better yet, she was helping Gordon. Well now, there was a change of plans.

  He pulled out his cell phone and changed the location of the pickup and drop-off, and thank God they accepted. The shit was going to hit the fan. Madara would find out that he stole the guns from his warehouse, and the drugs, too. They’d kill him. Federal agents were involved now, and that meant they would be able to track the products if they intervened the sale. This deal with the money needed to go down tonight, and he had to get out of town. He was fucked. He glanced at his watch. Afina would be leaving right about now. For a woman who wanted nothing to do with criminals or providing information to cops, she sure did screw things up for everyone involved. It had to have been her that told Armos about the warehouse. It had to be. Fuck, he was going to get killed if he didn’t get out of here fast. Armos was probably working with the FBI and with his brother Beck in anti-drugs. They might know about the pickup. Gains changed the location, so they wouldn’t know. He was clear to do that exchange and then leave town, but not without his prize. Without the one thing he felt was the icing on the cake. Afina. See how those dick cops Avery and Beck felt about that and even Gordon. Fuck him. Fuck them all.

  * * * *

  Afina was walking to her car when she heard her name. She stopped short when she saw that it was Gains. She immediately reached into her purse and held on to her cell phone.

  “Hey, Gains, what’s going on?” She placed her briefcase into the back seat.

  “What’s going on? Why don’t you tell me?”

  She squinted at him. He stepped closer. So close that she backed up and her back hit the car door. She pressed the button on her cell phone.

  “You’re coming with me.”

  “What?”

  He grabbed her arm. She dropped her bag but held on to the phone as he pulled her with him.

  “Let go of me.” She looked at her cell phone and hit 911.

  “Let go of me, Gains!” She screamed, not expecting the backhand to her cheek. She cried out and countered with a defense move, hitting him in the gut. He grabbed her hair and yanked her back toward him as she screamed. “I’m not going with you! How could you hit me? Help!” she screamed, hoping someone might hear her, but he struck her again, drew his gun, and put it to her head as he pulled her to his car.

  “Shut the fuck up. You caused me enough problems. You’re coming with me, and that’s the end of it.” He shoved her into the car and grabbed her hand, put handcuffs on her, and attached it to the handle inside and above the door frame.

  “Hey, what the hell is going on over here?” she heard some guy yell, and she felt a bit of relief as the police officer, a detective in plain clothes, approached, but then the gunshot rang out. She screamed. Gains jumped into the car and sped off.

  “You shot him? You shot a cop?” she screamed at him.

  “Wasn’t the first time and it won’t be the last. Nothing is going to get in my way of what I want. You’ve forced things to move forward faster though. I need that fucking money,” he said, and she didn’t know what he was talking about.

  “You killed a cop before? What are you talking about? Why are you doing this?”

  The car skidded as he made the sharp turn and drove down the main roadway out of town and toward downtown area.

  “I should have killed that asshole Avery when I had the chance to. Bad fucking shot,” he said, and she screamed at him.

  “Avery is going to kill you. So will his brothers, and my cousins. All of them for what you’ve done. For killing Coast, too. That’s what you meant, isn’t it? You killed Coast and shot Avery that night.”

  He slammed his forearm against her mouth and jaw. Her lips split, and her head slammed against the window. He was a monster, and wherever he was headed, maybe Avery, Beck, and the others knew. She was so scared right now. Why was he taking her, pulling her into this mess?

  “Why, Gains? Why am I here? I have nothing to do with any of this. Let me go. Just let me go, please.”

  “Nothing to do with this? You have everything to do with this, bitch!” he yelled at her and then rambled on about her involvement with Jake, Gordon’s brother, and how she told the feds about the warehouse and how she was screwing Avery and IA agent and Beck too and an anti-drug task force agent, and how taking her was going to be sweet revenge and a last laugh.

  “You’re out of your mind. No one knows it was you who killed Coast.”

  “They’ll find out when they arrest Gordon, and he uses what he can to get the charges dropped. It doesn’t matter though. I’ll have a bull’s-eye on my forehead now for screwing over men like Modara, Cortone, and Murto. We’re grabbing the money from the drug deal, and you and I are taking off. See how your lovers feel about that and Gordon, too, since he wanted to fuck you, too.”

  “I hate you. You won’t get away with this. You won’t. You’re a criminal, a dirty cop, and a cop killer. You’re going to die, Gains, and I hope I’m there to see it.”

  The strike to her mouth sent her head back hard against the passenger seat. She felt the pain in her neck, and blood oozed from her temple from the earlier hit as her head smacked against the window. She was more angry than scared right now, as she shook and prayed she didn’t die. She might never see her men again. Please let them know how to find her, and how to stop Gains and end this all.

  * * * *

  “I don’t like this. I haven’t seen Gains or anything suspicious,” Murry said to Beck and Avery. The team was scattered around, some in a van, others inside undercover and even outside sitting on benches blending in.

  Avery’s cell phone rang. He answered it. “He got my cousin. That fucking dirty cop Gains took her from work and shot a cop who tried to stop him.”