Billionaire Beast (Billionaire Bikers MC #2) (10 page)

“What he’s trying to say but making it sound way
better than me, is, he loves you.”

She chuckled, patting Jay’s hand away as he teased her
hair. “Shut up.”

“He’s right, Tempe. I do love you. I didn’t realize it
at first, but there’s no doubt in my mind. I love you.”

Tears filled her eyes. She’d never expected him to
love her. “You mean that?”

“Yes, I mean that, and I’m not lying either. I love
you, and it’s why I want you both to live her, have guards, to be safe, to be
protected.”

“What exactly is going on?” Jay asked.

“When we first started the club, BBMC, we had a
mission, to help others. We wanted to make something better in the world, something
that only money could provide.”

“I get that,” Jay said.

“Well, our mission soon turned to human traffickers.
Lewis, he lost Mandy years ago when she was just a kid, and since then, he’s
been hunting for her. Many suspected she was dead, and others just gave up.
Lewis, he never did.”

Temperance struggled to believe it, but it explained
why Mandy had a panic attack.

“After years of fighting, we discovered that our contact
who was feeding us information on where the women were held, was in fact Mandy.
She suffered greatly for it, and we were able to not only save her, but other
women as well, and bring down several criminals exploiting the women.”

“You didn’t catch them all?”

“No. Trafficking, it’s a large scale organization that
is ever expanding. The black market for sex slaves, prostitutes, and even
children, is one that is sickening. I doubt that we’ll ever be able to stop it,
but we’re not going to stop.”

“Fuck, man, and I just thought you were a billionaire
who got his kicks playing dress up in leather.”

“I wish it was that simple. The BBMC has started
something, and we’re not going to stop. This is what we do.”

“The men that you’re after, do they know who you are?”
she asked.

“We strive for privacy. However, over time articles
have appeared, and we’ve been connected to the club and what we do. Anyway,
rumors have been circling for years.”

“Tell me, Richard,” she said.

“Bodies of dead women have been discovered in different
areas around the city. When you get a map and pinpoint their location, you find
that they are around each of the ten main headquarters of the members of the BBMC.”

“I don’t follow.”

“Give me a second.” Richard left, and Jay wrapped his
arm around her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just want to make sense of what is going
on.”

“I agree.”

She rested her head against him. “I love you both,
Jay. I can’t pick just one.”

“It’s good that neither of us wants you to pick. We’re
both happy being together, sharing you.”

Temperance stayed leaning against Jay as Richard came
in with a map.

“Here are all of our businesses,” Richard said,
pointing at the map. “To give you an idea, this is where all the bodies have
been found.”

She watched him draw a circle.

“It could be a coincidence, but we don’t believe in
that shit. We believe in cold hard facts.”

“Someone could be coming after you?”

“Exactly, and I don’t want to take any chances. I’ve
only just found you. I’m not going to lose you now.”

Before she could say anything, his cell phone rang,
and Richard had to leave to go and get it.

Lifting up the map, she showed Jay exactly where
Richard’s building was.

****

“It’s not just a coincidence, is it?” Jay asked.

Temperance shook her head.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close,
inhaling her sweet scent. Tonight had been a dream come true to him, and with
this threat, he was scared. He had been waiting for Temperance for so long, the
very thought of losing her was just too hard to grasp. There was no way he was
going to let anything happen to her.

Richard walked back in the room.

“What is it?” Temperance asked.

“They have found another body.”

“Do you need to leave?”

“No, not tonight. The main investigation is taking
place first.”

Temperance moved up, snuggling so that her ass was
against his dick. “Jay and I will do what we can to help.”

“Yeah, we will. We’ve got your back, man.”

“All I want is for both of you to be careful. Don’t
linger too long in empty streets. Don’t go to places to eat you’ve never been
before. I’m going to assign a guard, but you’re not going to know where he is.”

“I’m a guy. I don’t need a guard,” Jay said, trying to
lighten the mood.

“You’re an accountant,” Richard said.

“So, we can be badass.”

“You scream at spiders,” Temperance said.

“You’re not helping my case here, baby.”

“Just take the guard, Jay. I know you’ve got a big
dick, so you don’t have to act the man. Be the bigger man now, and see that this
is upsetting to Richard.”

Looking at the man he was starting to see as a friend,
Jay saw the fear Richard was trying to hide. It was serious shit.

“Do I get to pledge to be a member?” Jay asked.

“We’re not some frat house.”

“Technically, you are.”

Temperance laughed. “He’s trying to tease you. Smile,
Richard, and move on, otherwise he’ll start calling the club many other names.”

Chapter Nine

They were all gathered in church at the clubhouse the
following Sunday. Temperance and Jay were outside in the main bar while Richard
finished off this latest club meeting. During the past week, he’d gotten a
guard for each of them. One for Jay, two for Temperance, all three men had been
employed to keep a careful distance from their respective charges. He didn’t want
to hear both of them complaining. They had both moved in with him, and he’d
helped to bring their stuff to his place. He liked having both of them around.
At first he had thought Jay would be a problem, but now, he was his best friend
outside of the club. It was fun to finally have a friend to watch football
with, have a beer, and of course, share a woman.

Mirrors had already been put in place in the fourth
bedroom, and every single night that was where all three of them slept. He
loved having Temperance between them. Some mornings he woke up to her lying across
his body. Other mornings, he woke to her ass against his dick, and she was
snuggled up against Jay.

No jealousy struck up. She belonged to the both of
them, and he liked it that way. During the day, Temperance was the official PA,
apart from lunchtimes. Those he had her spread across his desk so that he could
lick her pussy out.

He also loved her sucking his dick. Sometimes, Jay
would join them for lunch, and it was hard not to turn it into a fuck-fest.
Both of them had been taking turns to possess her mouth, her pussy, or her ass.
Richard loved her. He truly did, and there was no doubt, this was his future
with both of them.

Lewis circled the new link of the dead girls.

“Do we recognize any of them?” Jackson asked.

“Their names have all turned up in the missing
person’s database,” Lewis said. “What I’m not liking is each girl is part of different
order lists. The order forms where men or women order the kind of girl they
want. You know, blonde, brunette, fat, thin, stuff like that. Each of these
girls matches a description from different lists.”

Lewis went back to his keyboard, typing something. On
the large projector, Richard saw the different order forms, and then there were
the three faces of the dead girls. “Here, blonde, roughly five foot, with no
blemishes, chunky. This matches Darlene. She was reported missing by her family
a week ago. Slim, brunette, no ink, this matches this woman here.”

“What does this mean?” Blake asked.

“One of these women was last seen in one of your
nightclubs,” Lewis said.

“What?”

“Darlene was spotted on footage coming out of your
nightclub. She never made it home. It gets worse. Tania, she’s the brunette
with no ink, was employed by you, Russ.”

“What?” Russ asked.

“And this woman.” Lewis pointed at the redhead. “She
was the cleaner for this club. Sarah, that was her name.”

“You think we’re being targeted?” Jamie asked.

“All I know is right now, the cops are looking at us a
little suspiciously. These women, they’re innocents, and they’re being killed
because of what we do.” Lewis stared at the board. “Our lives within the club
are no longer secret.”

“What do we need to do?” Richard asked. “I’m not going
to sit back while a bunch of innocents are being targeted because of us.”

“I’ve got to use all the data I have, but I need
access codes into your security. All of your security codes.”

“Wait? Why?” Jamie asked, standing up. “Do you think
one of us is the snitch?”

“Not at all.”

Richard watched as the men started to glare at each
other, ready to fight.

This was not part of the club, and Richard was pissed
off. “Enough!” He yelled the word, so everyone paused, turning toward him. “Do
you see what is happening? We’re having doubts about each other, and it was us
who went looking for them.” He looked at each of his nine club brothers. “We’ve
got each other, and right now, innocent people are dying. If you’ve got a
problem with Lewis having our access codes to help find these fuckers, then I
say I’d vote you out of the club.” Grabbing some paper, Richard wrote down the
access code. “That’s all you need to know.”

“This is our company.”

“We came together for trust. We each have access here,
and a woman was killed because she cleaned for us.” Richard shook his head.
“I’m not taking any fucking chances.”

One by one, the men wrote down their access codes. It
was a single code known only by them, which allowed for security around the
building to be checked. Lewis didn’t need to entire codes. Even Richard didn’t
have every single code to each building, or the access point for staff files.

Lewis took a seat at the computer desk. He looked over
the codes, and then set fire to the piece of paper. Richard didn’t question him
as he got to work.

“What do you have to do?” Richard asked, taking a
seat.

“First, I access the victims’ files, and then I cross reference
them to the nights they were killed, and I can use some software that I created
that allows me to extract anomalies based on these facts. It’s the quickest
route to finding out what went wrong.”

“You do that.”

Richard rubbed at his temples. This was getting too
damn confusing, and he didn’t want anyone to get hurt.

The men sat down around the table.

“You’ve put three guards on Jay and Temperance,” Blake
said.

“Temperance is my woman. I’m sharing her with Jay. You
got a problem with that, we can step outside and solve that problem.”

Blake held his hand up. “A ménage relationship isn’t
going to go down well in the market.”

“Do I look like a give a fuck? The press can say I’m fucking
Jay for all I care.” He’d never been one to lose sleep over the speculations of
other people. Growing up in foster care, Richard had learned not to take
anything to heart. There were cruel people in the world, and there were nice
people. Most of the time, he encountered the pieces of shit that didn’t deserve
to walk on this earth.

“Wow, is it serious?” Jamie asked.

“Yes, it’s serious,” Richard said. “I love her.”

“Wow, the beast has fallen in love.” This came from
Sean.

“I’m not the beast. You know that. I know that.”

“Actually, you kind of are. You’re not exactly known
for your lovely manner,” Jackson said.

“Whatever. I’m not here to babysit what people think.”
He leaned back into his chair. “God, I need a break.”

It had been a long time since he took a vacation, and
he was starting to need one a lot sooner than he anticipated. He rarely ever
vacationed.

The very thought of a nice beach, the ocean, privacy
with Temperance and Jay, was exactly what he needed.

“How’s Mandy?” he asked.

“She’s fine. She’s going to more therapy, and trying
to access her memories. I’ve stopped trying to pressure her.”

“None of us want to pressure her. She’s been through
so much already. I bet none of us can really imagine what she’s gone through,”
Russ said.

“Let her have this time when she doesn’t need to
remember, and give her the peace she actually needs.”

“That’s what I’m doing,” Lewis said. “I hope I can
find out who these monsters are before another girl goes missing.”

This time, the missing girls were on their hands as
they were people that were close to them. Whoever the bastards were, they had
made it personal.

****

“It’s more of a gentlemen’s club, don’t you think?”

Temperance kicked off her shoes, laughing at Jay’s
assessment of Richard’s clubhouse. It had been a long day. The O’Brian deal was
already underway, and to start on marketing they were looking for the right
face to go with the product. She was tired of looking at women’s bodies and
faces. O’Brian was determined to have it all about sex.

What was sexy about makeup?

If you even thought of kissing, it all got mussed up.

It was gross if your eyeliner ran.

“Has it been a long day for you?” Jay asked.

“Yes, my feet hurt. I spent the whole day getting
coffee and doughnuts. I’m so damn tired. This account is going to kill me.”

“The O’Brian account.”

Richard had been talking with Jay about everything.

“Yes. He’s such an asshole. He judges everything on
beauty, and those that don’t match up, it’s bad news. They just get completely
cut from the whole thing. It’s sad, and horrible.”

Jay moved in beside her, lifting her feet up, and
placing them in his lap. He started to massage her feet, and each touch made
her moan even louder.

“That feels so good.”

“I’ll take care of you. O’Brian is an asshole. Richard
doesn’t like him either.”

“There’s nothing to like. He’s a total asshole. One
girl got cut from the callbacks because she had freckles. She was a hot woman,
and he wanted us to go through slides of women in the adult business as well.”
Temperance cringed. She really did hate some men.

There was nothing to it. O’Brian wasn’t the first man
she hated just because he was a sexist pig. There had been a lot during her
time in the corporate world. This was just another element.

“How was work for you today?” she asked, trying to
change the subject.

“You do not want to know about my shit. It’s all
numbers, and shit. Very boring, you know that.”

“You’ve always been good with numbers. You’re so
clever.”

“Two plus two equals … four. Did I make you hot?”

“Totally.” She laughed, then jumped as someone placed
down a large glass on the counter.

“Wow, I’m going to need some points from you,” the
woman said.

Temperance recognized her from the visits she used to
go to Richard. Ever since he’d started seeing her, this woman hadn’t made an
appearance not once. From the looks of fire coming her way, Temperance knew
that the other woman was totally pissed.

“Can I help you?” she asked.

“Yeah, do you have a pussy of gold? Is that what keeps
them coming back to you?”

“Tina, don’t cause trouble,” another woman said,
approaching the table.

“Back off, Luna. You may get off fucking these men and
being nothing but a whore, but I don’t.”

“I’m not a damn whore,” Luna said. “These men, they’re
my family, and you’re the one making more of it. This is what we agreed to.
This is all I want.”

“Is it being fat? Is that it?”

“Hey,” Jay said. “You better back off.”

“Oh, so now you have two men. Well, he’s not a club
brother, but he’s someone that is way above your league. On the scale of one to
ten, you’re like a four, if that.”

Temperance sighed. “What makes you think you’re a
ten?”

“I’m really sorry,” Luna said.

She liked Luna. Temperance had learned that Luna had a
young girl of five who suffered with asthma. She wasn’t looking for love, and
the club gave her enough money to live a lifestyle that was more than
comfortable, but also meant she could afford the necessary medical care for her
baby girl.

“You better leave.”

“I’m a ten because I’m beautiful, hot, and I know how
to suck cock.”

Temperance chuckled. “Is that it? Is that all you
think guys want?”

“That’s all they need.”

Jay smirked. “Wow, you’ve totally got it wrong. We
need a hell of a lot more than a good little cock sucker.”

“You’re fat, and Richard should walk away.”

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Richard
asked, storming out.

Temperance cringed. Richard had a temper, and
especially when people were not treating her right.

Tina went from super bitch to syrup within a second. It
even made Temperance want to gag. She had never seen a woman change so fast.
She was like one of those creatures in the desert that changed its color when a
predator was about.

“I did try to warn her,” Luna said, stepping away. Her
hands were up in the air in surrender. “I don’t want any trouble. I love the
club.”

Temperance had no doubt, but Tina, she had crossed a
line. Still, she wasn’t going to force a woman out of the club just because she
didn’t like her.

Getting to her feet, she climbed out of the booth,
having to straddle Jay as she did. Her breasts ended up thrust in his face, and
she stumbled on the hard floor. She wore a pair of tights, and her shoes were
on the floor. “Are you done for the night?”

“No, I’m not done.” Richard looked past her shoulder.
“Do you think you can get away with calling my woman names?”

“She was all up in his space. They were pretty much
fucking.”

Temperance turned around to look at the other woman.
“You’re kidding right? You’re going to tell a bunch of lies to get what you
want.”