Chapter 12

Scott - Chapter 12

William wasn't sure where they were headed. All he'd been told was that he should dress in the clean orange jumper they gave him or he'd go naked. It wasn't a way to treat someone like him, and he was going to have to make calls. William had hoped that one of the many attorneys that he'd met over the years would have come to see him about this injustice, but not a single one of them had.

Yesterday they'd laid his son to rest. The stupid little fucker had killed himself. If he was going to do something so stupid that was fine, but he should have at least waited until his father was taken care of. George had never been that good of a boy, but he'd been useful. Most of the time he'd used him as a scapegoat, and lately it had gotten so easy to convince his son what a terrible person he was because of the drugs.

Keeping his son suppled with enough drugs to keep him out of his hair had been expensive. With all the money problems they'd had of late, that wasn't working out so well either. But like all good Flynn men, when George had wanted something, he would figure out a way to get it.

When they pulled up in front of his house, William thought for sure that someone had finally come to their senses. To lock a poor man up after his son had killed himself was a crime. He'd thought that one up while he'd been eating his paltry dinner last night. As he was being let out of the car, he looked around and took his first deep breath since he'd been arrested.

"Mr. William George Flynn?" William looked over at the man standing next to him. "You are William Flynn, are you not?"

"I am. Who are you and what is it you want? I've only just been released and I don't have time for any sales pitches. I want to.... My son has recently passed away, and I want to grieve in private." He put out his hands when the officer that had driven him home came toward him. "If you'll remove these now, I'll just go inside."

"Remove them? I don't think so. We're here to get some information from you. Then you're going right back to jail to await your trial." He asked him what he was being accused of. "Well, for starters, murder. Then there is insurance fraud. You also—"

"Wait a minute. Just wait. I didn't kill anyone. And what insurance? I never made a claim." Not for lack of trying, he thought. "Explain to me just what is going on here."

His wife had had a nice insurance policy, but since he couldn't prove that she was dead without getting himself in deep shit, he'd had to let it lay on his dresser and wait the seven years to have her declared dead.

"We found her body." William looked at the man who had approached him first, certain that he'd heard him wrong. "Just this morning we dug up the lower levels of the Flynn computer shop, and you'd be surprised how much we found there. Not only the remains of your wife, but the lawyer that you claimed she ran off with, as well as her father. When you go on a spree, you really do it up nicely, don't you? By the way, the next time you kill someone and bury them under a building, you should be more careful of finger prints on the weapon you leave behind."

"My wife is gone." The man nodded and smiled at him. "No, I mean she ran off with our attorney. I told the police that. Several times over the years."

"Yes you did. But I'm here to tell you that you've lied all along, and that we've found her body and that of her father, James Porter, and the family attorney, David Taft." The man leaned back against the car that he'd come to his nightmare in. "Several years ago there was a hit and run out on Route Forty. Do you know anything about that?"

"Hit and run? No, why should I? I don't drive that way. When I have to go anywhere, I have a driver for that." He tried to think if there was anything in the house, anything they might have found that would lead them to where the car had been abandoned. "My son. It's too bad you can't ask him about it. George liked to drive too fast, and the roads out there by the mill are perfectly suited for that sort of thing. What with the road being as straight as an arrow and all."

The man said nothing, and William asked again who he was. "You should really shut up now. I mean, just now you've given me enough information to know that somehow you're involved in the death of Mike Davis. Even without your cooperation, I have someone here that can get the rest of what we need."

"What do you mean? I've never given you anything of the sort. I want you to release me." The man told him that wasn't happening. "Then take me back to my cell. But you should know this…as soon as they release me, I'm going to go after you and take you for all that I can."

"You mean like you did with your poor wife? What is it she did to you? Expected you to be faithful to her? I think I would have too if I had been her. Was it that she cut off your spending? Sucks to have to follow a budget when you feel there is more than enough to go around, isn't it?"

Closing his mouth, biting his tongue so he'd not say a word, William began to worry. This man knew things. Not only that, but William was pretty sure that not only did he know where the car was that he'd used to kill the officer, but that he also had gotten it. William looked around…he needed help. And he'd take it any way that he could get it. Seeing the Calhoun men standing in a circle, he stomped his way to them. He got no more than a few feet when he was stopped by the police.

"This is all your doing, isn't it?" The elder Calhoun just stared at him. "You think you can get by with planting bodies in my building and making me look bad? Well, you can't. And as soon as I get out of this mess, I'm going to own you."

"You can't even afford a good attorney, you moron. How do you expect to take me on and win?" William saw red, literally. His vison was blurred with his anger, and he was sure that he was having a stroke. "You'd best take care of yourself there, Flynn. Once you get in the big house, you're going to be someone's girlfriend right away."

"I've done nothing wrong. It was all George. The moron was so stoned all the time he could barely hold down a job." Things started racing in his mind, and he was having a hard time making one of them stick long enough for him to think. "Look. Now that George is no longer with us, why don't you stop this nonsense? We'll just forget the whole thing and let it go back to the way it was before. You'll let me rent the bookstore and I'll be able to make a living. Now that my son is gone, I have a need for the quiet life."

"It was a computer store, not a bookstore. And I'm pretty sure that you'll be living the quiet life from now on. A nice little cell with no body but big Ben there to keep you company." William asked him who Ben was. "I don't know. I was making up a name of the roomie you're going to have while in prison. Christ, the apple sure didn't fall far from the tree with your family, did it?"

"Got it." They all turned toward the man who had shouted. "Black Porsche belonging to William Flynn. I have the VIN numbers as well as the keys. I've already sent a man over to see if it's still there."

His car. The one that he'd been driving the night he'd just killed his wife. William dropped to his knees when the pain in his head took his breath away. The pounding of his heart was reverberating in his head, and he could hear his blood rushing through his veins. Then when a finger touched his forehead, it was as if a plug had been pulled, and his entire well being felt renewed. He looked up at the person who had given him such relief and fell back on his ass. Christ, it was a giant fucking bug.

"Not a bug, William Flynn, but a fae. I came to heal you so that you'd stand trial." She leaned down to his level, her purple eyes level with his. When she did that, he thought she looked familiar but wasn't sure. "It's me, your friendly pain in the ass FBI agent. I'm happy that a lot of people will get closure with you getting your ten minutes of fame, and I for one will be glad for your demise. Because as surely as we are here, you will die a very painful death when you go to prison."

"No, I can't go to prison. I have things I need to get done." She only grinned at him and he felt his anger surge. "I don't know what sort of trickery you're playing here, but I won't be pulled into your fun. You tell them you've made a mistake. My wife ran off with someone. My son, he's the one that killed that officer. I hid it, yes, but he was my only child. I had to keep him safe."

"Is that why you made a deal with his drug dealer? One that would supply your son with a near endless supply of cocaine? Or was it the deal that you made with the man who drove the murder weapon to Virginia and put it in that barn? Bad news there, I'm afraid. He left a nice note in the car for whoever found it with the money that you paid him. He told how you'd made him drive the car away, and it wasn't until he was nearly to the drop off point that he realized that you'd killed a cop. He was a bad man, but he didn't want to go down for the murder of an officer of the law. Besides, he didn't think he'd live long enough to spend the payoff anyway, not with the way you were committing murder like it was your job." William was so fucked if he didn't think of a way to get out of this mess. "I'll be seeing you when you're jailed, William Flynn. You and I are going to have some fun for what you put my friend through."

"I want to make a deal. I want to talk to you about a deal." When she started laughing, a not so friendly sort of manic laughter, he stood up. "I want to confess for a deal."

The bug simply disappeared. He stood there, his body shaking for all the things they could charge him for, and knew that if he was smart, he'd let the state kill him. It might be a great deal easier than having the bug taking care of him.

~*~

Scott felt the sweat bead on his back. He was glad now that he'd taken his shirt off when he'd entered their play room. Not that the air conditioning at full blast was making him any less hot and bothered, however. He looked at the woman in front of him. Christ, he could easily drop to his knees and beg her to stand like this forever.

When they'd first entered their playroom, she'd become the slave that he wanted. Head down, arms loose at her sides. For all intents and purposes, she looked docile, her body soft and ready for him. But he could smell her need and see how much it was costing her to be in such a cooled room.

Her body was clothed in a simple white robe that was as sexy as it was revealing. Nothing under it as far as he could see. No panties marred her perfect ass, and her nipples were standing erect against the sheer material that lay over them. He had to let out a long breath before he could speak.

"What is your duty?" She said nothing. He'd not given her permission to speak to him. Scott was wishing now that he'd not suggested that she read up on their kind of play. "Speak."

"To serve you in any way that you wish, Master." His cock stretched and he became more painfully aware of his own needs. He was going to do this, make her his slave even if it killed him. Which he was pretty sure it was going to. Especially after telling her to strip.

Leading her to the cross, he tied her to it. Scott made sure that he touched her as much as he could. A brush of his hand over her ass, his mouth touching her spine. He felt like he'd run a marathon by the time he had her strapped to the equipment.

Going to his cabinet to get away from her for a moment, he blindly looked inside. She was doing well, better than he could have hoped for. And here he was like a first timer, wondering what the fuck he'd gotten himself into. Reaching into the cabinet, he pulled out the first thing he touched, and nearly lost it when he saw what it was.

The whip wasn't long…about ten inches from tip to handle. Made of the softest leather, it fit perfectly in his hand. Turning to go back to her, to use whatever means possible for her to have the best sex of her life, he could only stare at her.

Her back was beautiful. The long indentation of her spine curved along her back to her ass like an artist had done it. With her shoulders back, he could see the curve of her breast, her belly pressed against the padded metal. The flare of her hips from her chest gave him the idea that he could easily span her waist with his hands, she was that tiny.

Muscles in her arms were stretched out, her fingers curled into the leather that wrapped around her slender wrists. There was a mark on her arm, just above her elbow, that he knew was a gunshot scar. They'd both been surprised when they saw it; he'd only just told her that all scars would go away after she was converted. Yet there it was, like a badge of honor.

Her legs were strong. He knew this too. When he took her against any surface he could find, she would ride him tightly, her delicate feet at his back as he slammed his cock deep inside of her. There wasn't a moment that went by that he didn't think of places to fuck her, ways to make her scream out his name.

Scott moved to her, his body hard with need. Not just to take her—he would do that—but to make her come over and over until she was exhausted. Then he'd take her again, just because he could. Running the tails of the leather down her back to the curve of her ass, he smiled when she shivered.

"Who do you belong to?" She said she was his. Slapping the leather over her ass, he leaned down and kissed the marks it had made. "I did not give you permission to speak, slave."

He smacked her again. Then twice more. As he was moving to abuse her other cheek, he saw a trickle of cream running down her thigh. Sliding his fingers over the hot juices, he rubbed them over the marks at her ass.

He marked her back then, small streaks of his handiwork seeming to call out to him. Licking them, running his tongue over each of the marks he'd made, he cupped his cock. If he didn't get some relief soon, he was going to die, he thought. But his wolf needed his time before Scott took his. He let his wolf come forth.

His wolf moved to the front of the cross. He was as aggressive as he was; his wolf enjoyed his mate as rough as he did sometimes. So when he moved up on the platform, just so his head was at her pussy, Scott wasn't surprised when he nipped at her thigh rather than taking her.

Scott could smell her blood as it ran down her leg. He wasn't surprised that she didn't cry out; the bite, while drawing blood, hadn't been deep. As his wolf licked her pussy, he knew that Chloe was enjoying herself as much as his big wolf was.

As soon as his wolf had his fill of her, if that was even possible, Scott took his body back. He stood watching her as she breathed deeply, her heart pounding. Leaning into her throat, he licked the pulse there, almost tasting how close she was to coming for him.

Scott never said a word as he let her go. As much as he wanted to fuck her here, with her arms and legs tied wide apart, he also knew that too long stretched out like she was could harm her. And as much as he loved causing her sexual pain, he didn't want her to be physically hurt if he could help it.

Helping her to stand on her own, Scott rubbed her arms and legs when she looked to be unsteady. But her pussy called to him and he buried his mouth over her. She was so wet, so hot, that he nearly came from only his first taste.

Scott nibbled on her clit, took her nether lips into his mouth and suckled them too. Sliding his fingers up her leg and into her sheath, he was rewarded with copious amounts of her cream, spicy with her scent. He wanted her to come like this, with his mouth at her core. Scott also wanted her to win her battle, the one he knew that she was fighting to keep in check for him.

He stood then, his mouth still covered in her juices, and kissed her. He was hungry, more so because he could taste how she felt about the way he was treating her. Stepping back, he watched her bite her lip, breathing hard as he was. He was going to break her, he thought, make her not want to play again if he didn't help.

Picking her up, he loved when her body wrapped around his, her legs at his hips, arms around his shoulders. Sliding into her, he felt her tighten around him, her body stretching to accommodate his invasion. As he fucked her, bringing her body to his only to pull back, he walked to the wall on wobbly legs. Never saying a word to her, he pressed her to it and fucked her with all his strength.

She'd be sore, he knew this. He would be as well. But he needed to dominate her. Make her understand just how painful he needed it, how hard he had to take her. And when she dug her nails into his back, Scott felt blood trickle down and it made him wild with the need to come.

"Come. Now."

She exploded around him, strangling his cock as he pounded her. Leaning to her mouth, he offered her his own, and when she bit him, he tore at her shoulder just as savagely as he was taking her.

His release, such a tame mundane word for how he came, seemed to take everything from him. Darkness engulfed him for several seconds. His heart stopped beating enough that he felt dizzy, and when he came a second, then third time, Scott felt his knees weaken and his body just fall.

When he woke he was alone on the floor. He sat up carefully, knowing that he was lucky that he'd not hurt himself. Standing required him to hold onto the closest piece of equipment, and he unsteadily made his way to the bathroom just off the playroom. There he found Chloe just standing under the hot steam.

"Are you all right?" She turned and looked at him, her face red from crying. "Oh honey, I'm so sorry. I never meant to hurt you like that."

"No, you don't understand. That was…I don't think I have any words to describe how wonderful that was." She held him when he stepped into the water with her. "I'm sore, I won't lie about that, but I feel like I've been fucked by the best and came out on top."

Scott held her in his arms, rubbing what he could feel of the tight muscles of her back. "Then why are you crying, love?"

"Joe called while you were resting." He didn't want to know and he did too. "She said that the car had enough evidence on it to say that it was used to kill my dad."

He held her until she stopped crying again. Then he washed her hair and scrubbed down her body with the big sponge she'd gotten for them. As he was helping her dry off, rubbing the big fluffy towel over her, he started talking. Scott felt like he needed to say something to her to cheer her up.

"The ground spoke to me the other day. I had no idea that was even possible or that I didn't dream the whole thing up, but I was able to get the jump on Trent—not an easy feat by the way—and my dad saw it. Then I was told not to tell them how I'd done it. I'm not sure why, but I guess she didn't want them to make fun of me." Chloe asked him why he thought it was a woman. "I don't know. Because she was smart and funny. Not that men aren't, but in my experience, women are far superior to men in thinking and having a good sense of humor."

"I think she might have spoken to me as well." Scott told her that she had, but didn't want her to freak out. "I do not freak out. But she was guiding me, I think. Your dad was there with me. Not as a wolf, but he stood by my side while I got the hang of just being a wolf. I had no idea it was going to be so hard trying to go from a human to a four-legged person."

"Most people forget that it's different to walk on four after being on two for so long. I think, because we were born as wolves, that it sort of came natural to us." After she wrapped the towel around her body, he did the same to his own, wrapping it around his hips. Then he picked up the hair brush that had also been added to this room. "I want to go shopping today. I mean, for things we need to make this our home. Benton has done a great job getting the house in order, but we don't have anything personal here. Things that we've picked out."

"All right. But if you don't mind, I'd like to go by my dad's house. There are a few things there that I'd like to bring here. I think…it's time I did something with it too." He asked her what she wanted to do. "I don't know. I was thinking that someone needs to fill it. With a family, love, and understanding. Not that we didn't, Dad and I, but it's a house of memories for me now. Good ones, don't get me wrong, but sad all the same."

"I understand. And yes, whatever you want to bring here, it'll be perfect. I bought some things, just a few actually, because I was going to do the work first. But lucky for us, we have Benton." She looked up at him and smiled a watery type of a smile. "I love you, Chloe. I'm so sorry about your dad. Hopefully we can get some justice on this."

"I think it sort of reopens the wounds of him being gone. I wasn't over it, but the pain was a great deal lessened by the years. This just makes it all seem like it happened yesterday again." He told her he understood. "All right, let's get this going and see to the house. Do you suppose one of your brothers might want it?"

"Randal." He had no idea where the house was, how big it was, or anything about it, but his brother had been saying that he wanted his own home, a place he could go that wasn't shared with seventy other people. "He was just telling me that he wants out of the apartment scene. I think it's the fact that he's around kids all day long, and there are a great many of them in his complex. Even though it's supposed to be for adults only."

They made their way out after having a huge lunch. Scott was happy that Benton was living with them if for no other reason than they were certainly eating better. And they were having fun eating some of the strangest things he'd ever eaten. Okay, maybe not strange for some people, but they were for him. Like roasted Brussel sprouts and grilled pizza.

He called his brother Randal and asked him when he got off work. Being a teacher was a full time job for him, as he had just started teaching basic computer skills at the local warehouse to help adults update resumes and fill out job applications.

"I'll see you there at five. Then maybe we can have some dinner. I'd like something that's not microwaved or served in a box." Scott told him what they were having at home and invited him over. "I'd love that. Maybe I can get that guy of yours to make me up a few leftover bags. I'd eat that through the week instead of fending off single and not so single moms to help me out."

Scott was still laughing as they got into their car. Yes, he thought, his brother was already having trouble with the ladies.