Whiskey's Second Chance

67: Redemption

Whiskey POV

Upstairs, I found Kayla lying naked on her stomach with a wicked smile. I quickly closed the door, not wanting anyone to see the beauty I have, keeping her all to myself, and took a deep breath. Seeing her like this relaxed me, knowing the only person who gets to see her like this and bring her pleasure is me. That knowledge alone subsided my ringing enough for me to hear something.

She stared at me, frozen but with excitement in her eyes.

"What did you decide, love?" I asked, hoping she would let me do as I please.

Kayla nervously pulled her hand out from under her, fingers glistening from being in places they shouldn't be, and I smiled. You're in trouble now, love.

I motioned for Kayla to get up and sit in front of me at the foot of the bed. As she did, I could see her juices dripping between her thighs. Grabbing her chin, forcing her to look at me.

"Looks like you started without me, disobeying what I asked you to do," I chuckled. "As punishment, you're mine for tonight and will do exactly as I say," I growled, causing Kayla to drip more.

I gently grabbed her throat, applying light pressure. Kayla's eyes widened, and her body shook as the anticipation of what came next loomed. Leaning down, I whispered in her ear, "You will not come until I tell you to. I don't care how much you beg or cry for it. You will not release until I say you can. Understand?"

She nodded, but my hand applied more pressure against her neck, and she sucked in a breath. I delivered a swift, hard slap to her ass, causing Kayla to cry out with pleasure, and my cock to pulsate from the sight.

"The next time you don't use your words, I won't be as nice," I promised. Kayla opened her mouth to say something, but a knock on the door cut her off.

"What!?" I yelled, focusing solely on Kayla.

"We got something," Killer said.

My heart rate quickened. If I don't go now, we may lose whatever lead we had, but the sight of Kayla on her knees, dripping, makes me hesitate. However, I made a promise to Kayla, and I intend to keep my promise.

Letting go of her neck, I kissed the light red marks on her throat, up to her lips. Kayla melted into me, pulling me closer, silently begging me to stay, but I pulled away before I couldn't.

"I will be back; I promise. When I do, you better be just as dripping wet as you are right now. The rules still apply, love. No touching, no attempt at relief, and no coming until I say so," I warned.

Kayla whimpered. "I understand," she said. Smiling, I kissed her one last time before getting dressed, grabbing my go-bag from the corner of the closet, and left.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too," I replied, leaving, wishing I could stay.

Downstairs, everyone piled into the meeting room, and Hawk shared his information. An ATM in downtown Seattle caught Carter, which is suspicious. Carter can hide and stay hidden without leaving a trace. He didn't get "caught". He's taunting me, and it's fucking working.

An hour later, we had a half plan and told the Hellhounds MC we would be in their territory, and we were looking for Carter. They agreed we could be in their territory, as long as they didn't take any blowback.

Myself, Killer, Shotgun, Ace, Tiny, and Gears headed out, making the couple-hour trip to Seattle. Hawk set us up in a top-tier hotel, where security was top-tier, but not too advanced for Hawk to break into.

Once checked in, we all went to our perspective rooms and agreed to meet in mine and Killers' room. Tiny and Gears were in one, while Shotgun and Ace shared another. Killer unpacked the laptop Hawk gave us and called him to figure out what to do with it.

Five minutes later, everyone got together, and we waited for Killer and Hawks' screaming match to subside. He put Hawk on speakerphone and got started.

"Okay, so you should see a video on the screen. It shows Carter about two miles away outside a-"

"Hawk, we can't see shit. You said this shit would work!" Killer roared.

"Hey!" Shotgun yelled over Killer. "Dude, he's doing the best he can, and we all know you're not the best with technology, so chill out."

Killer sat back down and waited for Hawk to figure out what was wrong, but it didn't take long before several videos popped up, playing on a loop. Carter walked into a small café, visiting multiple days and at different times.

You never go to the same place twice when hiding or on the run. He knows that. So why does he?

"Skyscrapers surround the café, making a stakeout impossible, and any hope of taking the high ground out. Traffic is horrible in the area, so taking photos without being spotted is out, and without updated photos, we are going in blind. Oh, and there are no cameras in the café," Hawk huffed, annoyed.

"Can you pull up the photos you have?" I asked.

The screen was filled with poorly taken photos of the skyscraper across the street from the café and the surrounding area. It looked like any skyscraper built in the last ten years, with glass windows as the walls and about thirty stories high.

Shotgun and I studied the photos. "Enlarge the one on the bottom left," Shotgun asked, and Hawk did. Shotgun looked at me, and I knew we had a plan.

Thirty minutes later, Tiny and Gears left. Taking updated photos and counting security guards in the building and all entrances and exits. Taking the shot will be easy, but getting in and out won't.

*****

Five days later, there was still no sign of Carter, and Killer was ready to pull the plug, but something told me he was coming back, and I refuse to give up now. I convinced him to give me one more day before we returned home, and Shotgun and I headed back to our hideout.

Hawk got us security cards to get into the building as security officers, and we shut down a corner of the fifth floor for a "breach." After a few hours, the café was nearing closing, and there were still no signs of Carter. Shogun and I agreed to pack it up and stop inside the café to double-check Cater wasn't there before heading back.

The small café had only a few customers this late to closing time. We ordered a pastry and coffee, paying the small girl behind the counter, who looked us over, ready to pounce. Coffee and pastry in hand, we walked to the door, but I stopped.

Shotgun got to the door but realized I wasn't behind him. Carter sat at a table to my left, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. He must have snuck in the back, otherwise, we would have noticed him walking in.

I have two choices: leave and let this quiet café and its customers finish their evenings, or finish what he started.

He made his choices. Now I'll make mine.