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  “Smith.” The alias that I was currently using.

  “It’s me, sugar lips, no need for hidden names.” Kelsey.

  “Ah, how can I assist you now, Kelsey?” Annoyance spread throughout my body. I knew I had to deal with her eventually, I thought it would have been a few hours or days, at least.

  “I have unfinished business with you, and I have a package I need to deliver to you tonight.”

  “Tonight isn’t going to work. I need to figure out what the hell the package got itself into first.”

  “You could always ask it.” The response was short, curt and snotty. Typical Kelsey.

  “I could, but you have been keeping it safe up until now. Give me a day or so.”

  “Wish I could, sugar lips, but I want my life back. Meet me at The Playground tonight at ten. I will deliver your package, and we will conclude our business.” I could hear her strumming her fingers across a table or desk.

  “I don’t think so. I told you that I need time, and I will get the time I need. Keep the package safe. I will meet you tonight, but I don’t want the package just yet. Do you understand?” Kelsey was a Dominant in her way. Part of me knew that she would fight me on it.

  “Sugar lips, I’m not quite sure you understand the importance of the delivery.”

  “I understand perfectly. Now if the package is to stay alive, you will keep it another day or so. See you at ten.” I hung up the phone quickly, and looked up to see Kieran starring at me.

  “Who was that?” he asked.

  “An old acquaintance. Got anything else yet?” I took a sip from my beer.

  “Still nothing. He seems to run the business as clean as a whistle, but, as we know, the drug trafficking is done underneath the veil of the clubs.”

  “What are the clubs we’re are talking about?” I asked, another sip of my beer sliding down my throat.

  “Two are just regular night clubs - Heaven and Hell and Lucifer’s Curse. Apparently, he has an infinity for good and evil?” Kieran smirked and continued. “He also has two more, one being a strip club, and one a BDSM club; Leather and Lace and Desire respectively.”

  Just as I was about to respond to him, my phone rang again. I excused myself and walked into the foyer to take the call from my contact.

  “Smith.”

  “Smith, it’s Ty. I have that information you needed.” The voice on the other end was deep, almost muffled.

  “That was quick. And?”

  “Apparently, he is engaging in a few illegal activities in a few of his clubs.”

  “I already know about the drugs, what else?”

  “Prostitution, sex auctions, you name it. A contact at the police station claims there has been an increase in missing person reports; ex-employees going missing. Oh, and your boy there was involved as well.”

  What the fuck! “Thanks Ty. I owe you one.”

  “Happy to help. Let me know if you need anything else.”

  “Will do. Oh, any idea when the next auction might be?”

  “Two weeks from tonight. Police are still trying to get an undercover in there…no luck yet - very exclusive and high bidders.”

  “Thanks, man.” I hung up the phone and ran my fingers through my hair. What the fuck was Aiden involved in? How did he get messed up in this shit? I walked back to the table that Kieran was at, and he looked up.

  “Everything okay?”

  “No. Things just got really bad.” I gave him the quick low down on what was going on, and sent a quick email to Marcus and Lucas as well. Kieran and I settled the bill, and walked to the rent-a-car company to pick up the car that I’d requested when we sat for lunch. We picked out a non-conspicuous Ford SUV - blending in to the atmosphere.

  Kieran and I began to drive around, searching for the locations of the clubs that Ashworth was now running. The guy had been bad news four years ago, and he was worse now - gaining power and money from his illegal dealings - and now sex auctions, prostitution and sex rings.

  Kieran was typing away on his iPad, searching for any other information that we could use to bring this asshole down. Granted, I needed to remain out of sight - if he saw me or knew I was back - all hell would break loose. Or at least the element of surprise. I still didn’t have a plan - but I needed to know what Aiden knew, what had happened, and why he was being hunted with a price on his head.

  “Have a plan, boss?” Kieran asked.

  “Not yet. I need to talk with a few people. Figure out what has happened, why he hasn’t been caught.” My thoughts trailed of.

  “Okay, boss, but you realize that you can’t bring this guy down, right?”

  “That’s not the purpose, Kieran. I need to make sure someone is safe. I need to secure his safety anyway I can.” I watched as Kieran nodded in understanding. The situation was not going to be an easy one - especially if Aiden was wrapped up as deep as I suspect he was. We drove back to the hotel in silence - a pattern lately. I placed a call to Kelsey when we got back, and requested that Aiden be brought to the club. We had business that we needed to discuss.

  ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞ ∞

  I brought Kieran with me to The Playground, for back up, and to watch Aiden after or before my meeting with Kelsey, not being quite sure what she had planned. I was dressed in my black pants, black shirt and leather vest. Kieran was dressed in his black uniform. Kelsey had arranged for us to be brought in to the VIP section upon entry. It had been a long time since I last stepped foot into the popular kink club. Five years, to be exact. It hadn’t changed much in the time I’d been away. Newer, updated equipment, more members, and what looked like a huge bar gracing the dance floor. The three private rooms were still in the basement of the building, down a set of spiral staircases, giving that dungeon feel. I had stairs on one side of the dance floor closed off by velvet curtains. I enjoyed my time here. Lucas, Marcus and I had had some good times here before they’d moved back to Boston, and before the incident. I sat Kieran in the lounge area, the one that looked out to the dungeon floor. This way he could keep an eye on everything.

  I could feel Kelsey’s presence before I saw her. The energy in the room, the attention from the people not playing, turned immediately. I followed my instincts, and looked toward the staircase entrance that led from the dance floor upstairs. There she was. Hair in a high ponytail, dressed in a black latex cat suit, with her signature red high-heels. Behind her stood a rangy blonde - a sub, I assumed. I began walking toward the staircase as I watched Kelsey slink down the stairs. She began her walk toward me, dominant as always, and I knew how this was going to play out. I watched as she swayed her hips, placing one foot in front of the other; the sound of her heels clicking on the floor, surrounded by the noises of the scenes playing out.

  We came face-to-face in the middle of the floor. Her hand connected to my left cheek as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I registered the sting as I dropped to my knees. Although a dominant now, there was a time when I had bottomed for Kelsey - not a submissive, just a bottom - a power exchange of topping. I was not a submissive by nature, but in my past there were times when I’d needed someone, her specifically, to top me, bring me back under control. Apparently, this was the unfinished business that we had. A chuckle went through my mind.

  “Good evening, sugar lips. It is fabulous to see you again.” Her fingernails scraped across my shoulder blades as she circled my body.

  “Mistress.” I immediately fell into the role - the position I had long pushed away. I knew Kieran had seen me drop to my knees, and in the back of my mind I knew I would have to explain, but it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to watching men submit to women. Sarah was a Master Domme at the club, and a few of the members switched.

  “Let’s have some fun before we go to my room. Up to your feet.”

  I did as instructed, standing before her. With her heels on, Kelsey was eye level with me. I waited for her next command.

  “Downstairs and to the back cross. I think a little whipping wil
l satisfy me at the moment. Let’s say fifteen lashes for lying to me, leaving abruptly, and, oh yeah…making me babysit.”

  I nodded and we walked downstairs and across the playground area at the back of the floor, roped off for the purpose of whip usage. The whip was one of my favorite implements - up until I’d left. Nowadays, I preferred lighter bondage and implements - spankings, paddles, rope work, wax play and floggers.

  “Strip your shirt.” She turned to her submissive. “Secure him in the cuffs while I pick the whip.” The blonde obliged and turned me to face the wall, sliding her hand up my arm until she stopped at my wrist. Quickly and snugly she secured the leather cuff around me, repeating the action on the other arm. She backed away as another sub bent to the floor to secure my legs in a spreader bar and attached them to the bottom of the X. Damn it! She was going to be ruthless tonight. Kelsey returned, snapping the single tailed whip in the air.

  “Don’t worry. I only chose a four footer.”

  “Geez, thank you.” My voice was laced with sarcasm. Kelsey knew I didn’t bottom well, and to be humiliated in front of the entire club, and my employee, wasn’t sitting well with me. The first crack landed the tip on my top left shoulder.

  “Count, sugar lips.”

  “One, Mistress.” A laugh escaped her mouth as the second and third cracks landed in various spots on my right shoulder. The fourth and fifth landed across my back, as I bit down - holding in the scream as the pain radiated across my back. I took a deep breath as I counted the last two, and prepared for ten more. Kelsey alternated between the sting of the tip and the lash of the body of the whip. I knew she would not cause any scars; bruises and welts, yes, scars, no. She knew what she was doing; an experienced Domme. Five more landed across my back and the final five she directed the single tip across my shoulder blades.

  “There we go. Nice and red, welted, and, I’m sure, painful.” Kelsey hummed with pleasure and admiration at her work.

  “Yes, Mistress, and also exciting.” I wasn’t lying. I was aroused - it always happened. Deep down I enjoyed the pain as much as I enjoyed giving it.

  “Yes, let’s handle that for you.” Kelsey said as she ran her hand over the bulge in my pants.

  “Let’s.” I responded as she called a club submissive over. The blonde sub undid the restraints and rubbed vitamin K lotion over my back, a precaution to help with the healing process.

  A small brunette woman dressed in nothing but a pair of vinyl underwear and a black vinyl bra, positioned herself on her knees. Unbuttoning my zipper, she freed my erection and let it bob in front of her. She slid a condom on it and began to massage my balls as her mouth wrapped itself around my cock. She quickly built up a rhythm, taking me deep into her throat, using her tongue to hit the sensitive spot on the underside of my dick. I leaned back against the X, careful not to make contact with my back, as the sub continued to suck me. She pulled off, circling her tongue around the bulbous head of my cock, before forcefully shoving me back into her mouth. My hands clamped around her head, one hand entwining into her hair, as I controlled the pace of her blowing me. Speeding her up as I made her take me deep into her throat. It felt good to have an experienced submissive, a trained submissive, taking me just the way I liked. Ally was new to all of this, and I didn’t want to push her further than she was comfortable with. At the thought of her, my body tightened as my balls pulled up, and I increased the sub’s pace again, this time exploding into her mouth as she continued to slide herself up and down the length of my dick.

  Once finished, I pulled out of her mouth, and waited for her to remove the condom and clean me up. As the submissive finished, I promised her a reward for a wonderful job, and had Kelsey handle that however she thought possible. I pulled my pants up and adjusted myself, putting my shirt over my back, wincing at the pain still radiating throughout my back.

  “Thank you, Kelsey.” It was my way of regaining control of the situation. I’d let her play, now we had business to discuss, people to talk to. We walked back upstairs to the bar, and I grabbed a drink and signaled to Kieran as I placed my earpiece in to my ear, and watched him do the same. He tested his mic, and also the volume and sound on the earpiece. It would be his way of contacting me if something was to go wrong. We didn’t know if Kaiser would get Aiden in safely, or if Ashworth’s men had eyes on the club – Hell, we didn’t have much to go on except the little I’d found out earlier.

  “Let’s go to my room.” Kelsey nodded toward the staircase that led downstairs. Upstairs held a few more private rooms, another lounge area, and offices. I followed her down the spiral stairs again and through a corridor that lead to her room. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door, allowing me to enter first. I looked around and saw the traditional things: a king sized bed, an armoire that I assumed held toys, another door to a bathroom, a wall that was nothing but a mirror, iPod receiver.

  “Where is he?” I asked sternly.

  “He’ll be here in a minute. It is a process getting him anywhere without being followed. You wanted him safe, I’m keeping him fucking safe.” A knock on the door and two men entered. I recognized Aiden immediately. Even though five years had passed, my body knew, recognized the familiar energy that had always flowed between us. The other man must have been Kaiser - I introduced myself quickly, and turned to Aiden.

  “What the fuck did you do?” I started pacing the room as I watched him stand in place, watching me. “Answer me.”

  “Fuck you, Devon.” He used my real name - and it got my attention. I hadn’t been called that in a very long time, with the exception of his impromptu call.

  “I am not him anymore. Now tell me why I had to fly three thousand miles and return to a place I vowed never to come back to, and it better be good.” I continued to pace in front of him. Kelsey and Kaiser were in the corner of the room watching, until she piped in.

  “Devlin, I don’t think this is the place to talk.”

  I turned and looked at her. She had a point. Not much could really be discussed in a BDSM club with no reinforcement or strong enough security measures except mine and Kieran’s hand guns, which were strapped to our legs. Just as I was about to answer her, Kieran broke through on the earpiece. Shit!

  “You’re right. Ashworth’s men are here, walking around. I need to get him and myself out of here, now! My security guy is in the lounge, let him know where you’ve been keeping Aiden, and tell him to meet me there in an hour. I will take Aiden out the back.” Kelsey nodded, and I turned to Aiden. “Let’s go.”

  I opened the door and took a quick glance before stepping into the hallway. At the end of the corridor was an emergency exit that led to the back parking lot. I was happy that I’d remembered to park there. I grabbed my gun from my leg, and double-checked the magazine before opening the exit. “Okay, the car is about fifty yards to the right. On my count, we make a run for it. Understood?” Aiden nodded, and I opened the door, scanning the area. I saw one of Ashworth’s guys to the left, and not paying attention. I motioned for Aiden to go, and quickly followed behind as he jogged to the car.

  “Where too?” I asked, waiting for the hotel name.

  “Her father’s main hotel in North London.” I knew where he meant, and started the car as I watched Kieran appear from the main entrance.

  “Shit. What the fuck?” I put the car in gear and drove to him, having Aiden open the door so Kieran could jump in. “That was a stupid move, my friend.”

  “The men where occupied.”

  “Not the ones out here. Let’s go.” I pulled out of the parking lot and turned left to head north.

  “Where are we going?” Kieran asked as I weaved in and out of traffic.

  “A safe place. When we get there, Aiden is going to explain to us what the fuck he did.” Aiden was sitting in the passenger’s seat to my left, quiet, and staring into the oncoming traffic. I found myself conflicted. On the one hand, I was pissed off at him, and just wanted to catch the next flight home, but on the other hand, I wan
ted to pull him close to me and kiss the shit out of him, pouring four. Pour five years of repressed feelings into it. I shook the emption off. I was here to help him stay alive, and then I was returning to my life - to Ally.

  We arrived at the hotel, and I drove in through the service elevator. Kelsey had slipped me the new codes, and being that I was once head of security for Thornton, I knew my way around each and every inch of his establishments. I parked in a spot, and ushered the guys to the service elevator, bringing us just outside the main galley. A quick change of elevator, and we were headed to the fifteenth floor, and to Aiden’s room.

  Once inside the room, I pointed for Aiden to sit on the couch as Kieran made himself comfortable in the matching arm chair.

  “Now spill it. What the fuck were you doing mixed up with Ashworth?

  The look on Devon, or Devlin, whatever he went by now, was upsetting. He was extremely pissed off. He hands kept clenching at his sides, his eyes were darker than I remembered, and he kept pacing in front of me, his hands on his hips as he continued to pace back and forth in front of the table.

  “What do you have to say for yourself?” His voice was stern.

  "I needed to survive." I continued to look at him, and he stopped pacing.

  "By working for him?"

  “Yes, by working for him. You left with no word, no explanation." I saw the hurt in his eyes. Hopefully, he could see the hurt in mine. “Listen, you left, then Caroline left shortly after. I had nowhere to go, no one to go to. I did the only thing I knew - I survived.” I lowered my head into my hands that were resting on my legs and waited for his answer.

  “I left to protect you and Caroline.” He sat in the chair opposite the couch, and next to the one his associate was currently occupying. “Now tell me why I just flew three thousand miles to save your ass, put my body through a whipping from a woman I swore I’d never bottom to again, and now put the life of my employee in danger.”