Brotherhood (2 page)

CHAPTER 2

"What the fuck is going on here Hudson?" The question wasn't unexpected for him.

The commotion had startled them all. Asher had assured everyone in attendance that there would be no problems with meeting at his home. He was secure. It was safe. Yet as they sat discussing details that weren’t supposed to be overheard, they'd heard the commotion from downstairs.

Since he didn't have children or pets, he had to assume it was a problem. He'd sent a couple of his men to check it out and there'd been no more noise.

"Manny," Asher spoke with expected reverence to the man he was addressing. "I assure you that there are no problems."

"Sounded like a fucking problem to me,
pendejo
." The short Mexican stated. "A big problem if any of this has been leaked."

"Nothing has been leaked." Asher assured his associate.

"We're going to call it a night." The man stood up. "Call me later with an update. If all is okay, we will return tomorrow to conclude the deal." With that three of the seven men remaining in the room walked out, leaving Asher by himself.

Asher was beyond livid. This was likely the biggest deal in his career and it was rocky to begin with. Getting any one of those guys to trust him had taken a lot of fucking work. If it blew up in his face, he was going to go apeshit crazy on whoever had caused it.

Manuel Guiterro was not an easygoing man. Heading up one of the biggest and most dangerous organized drug rings in the world left him with no time for problems. In his world, problems would destroy people. Problems would end his life. So any hint of problems could cause him to end someone else's.

Asher had worked hard to meet with him, having spent years proving himself on the small circuit. Now he had a chance to achieve his main objective and there wasn't a damned person going to stop him. He didn't give a fuck who it was.

"Where are Charlie and Mike?" He asked his closest brother, Dakota.

"I don't know, man." Dakota answered. "They went to see what the hell made that noise."

"Find them." He waved his hand and Dakota followed its motion. “Make sure nothing went wrong.”

"Found ‘em," Dakota pointed to the door.

Asher turned towards his brothers, ready to demand answers, when he saw what they'd brought and was stunned into silence.

"Look what we found in the closet downstairs," Mike spoke in a thick southern drawl. "She was all hiding in the corner." He pulled the girl forward. Charlie didn't speak at all.

Asher studied the girl for a moment. Between the makeshift blindfold they covered her eyes with and the gag they stuffed in her mouth, it was hard to tell who she was. But as she stood before him, bound and gagged, in nothing but a sexy matching pair of panties and bra; he wanted to find out.

"You found a half-naked woman in my coat closet?" He looked at Charlie realizing that Mike wouldn't be very useful for information. His attention was too intensely focused on what Hudson presumed was a very sexy ass.

"She wasn't half-naked when we found her," Charlie admitted. "We were checking for weapons." He looked at the girl and then at Asher. "We thought you'd prefer..."

"Good call," Hudson smiled. "Very good call."

He walked around the woman and examined what he saw. Smooth skin the shade of fine porcelain. Dark shoulder length hair that contrasted so deeply with her skin that he assumed the color wasn’t original. There was a small tattoo located on the middle of her back, likely one that few had ever seen. She had long legs that dipped into a pair of athletic shoes, obviously prepared for activity when she'd entered his home.

"Take those shoes off." He ordered and watched Charlie obey quickly.

She had turned her face towards the floor so her features were hard to examine. He did notice the rigid jawline that said she wasn't planning to talk anytime soon. Her nose was slender with a sharp angled tip. He couldn't see her eyes beneath the blindfold but judging by the way her forehead tightened beneath the fabric, her eyes must have been scrunched almost as tightly as her jawline.

Beneath the fabric wedged between them were perfectly plump and kissable lips. Much like the rest of her. Kissable.

"Did anyone get her ID or anything else to tell me who she is?" He looked towards his guys. Watching them shake their head he turned to Dakota. "Go see what she brought." And he turned back to her.

He stretched his hand out and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. She didn't even flinch. This intrigued him immensely. Asher couldn't help but think of the other ways he'd like to touch her. The things he'd like to do and say to her.

"You gonna tell me who you are, sweetheart?" Asher had leaned in close to her ear. "I don’t appreciate people breaking into my own home."

Still her body didn't flinch. She was trained. That much was obvious. What Asher wanted to know was whether she would submit.

"Fuller," Dakota sounded out of breath as he spoke the name after he finally went through the woman’s wallet. "Melissa Fuller, ATF."

Suddenly Asher remembered where he'd seen that stiff facial structure before. She was the new gal in town. This changed the playing field dramatically. His question had been answered. She was trained for capture. He planned to train her otherwise if he had his way.

"You guys are dismissed," he began with a smirk on his face that she couldn't see. "Well, well Agent Fuller. I've wanted to meet you for a while now. How nice of you to intrude upon my home. All without a warrant. But there’s no sense crying over spilled milk. You’re here as my guest, and trust me, darling, the pleasure will be all mine."

***

Melissa felt him hovering over her and it made her uneasy. Something about the knowledge that he was gazing at her barely dressed body made her uncomfortable. In her position there should be more worries on her mind, but she was standing there in front of him and felt vulnerable.

His voice was different than she'd imagined. Having seen plenty of photos of Asher, she was familiar with his features and appearance. But his voice was something different. Sexy almost. She silently scolded herself for even using that word to describe anything about Hudson. He was a criminal. She had to remind herself of that as he talked. He was a criminal and it was her job to do away with criminals. Yet, his sexy voice, coupled with the blindfold and gag, sent shivers down her spine.

And she’d be lying if she said that she didn’t find it damned attractive.

Suddenly she felt his hand resting on the back of her neck. His breath was hot against her earlobe. "On your knees, Agent Fuller," he ordered. His voice never losing its silky smooth nature. Yet behind its smoothness was an air of sternness. Almost like a parent speaking to a misbehaving child, only without any trace of anger. 

Melissa knew what she had to do to survive. Even if it meant not caving and not fighting back. She had to oblige so there was no reason for him to kill her. The thought raced through her mind as her knees bent slowly.

“A little faster, darling.”

Dammit! Her knees trembled at his voice and she felt them dropping silently onto soft plush carpet.

"Good girl," he coaxed and she felt his body press against the side of hers. "You listen very well," he said softly. "I'll keep that in mind."

She felt a twinge in her midsection that was quickly followed by guilt. Scolding herself again she tried to ease the frustration she was feeling for reacting to his words, but all she wanted was to keep hearing him talk, to listen to the way his voice rumbled so close to her ear, to feel his warm breath feathering her skin.

"I'd be willing to bet." His hand traced her jawline and she bit her lip to keep her breath steady. "That you never thought you’d find yourself in a position of following orders." He laughed after the words. "Imagine that."

Melissa felt the dampening in her panties and wondered instantly if he could tell.
Of course he can. I’m practically naked right goddamn now.

"I do wonder how you thought it was okay for you to break into my home without a warrant," he traced his hand around and towards the back of her head. “I thought you’d be one of the good girls from ATF. The kind who,” he whispered slowly into her ear. “Should know better.”

Within moments, Melissa felt strong fingers combing through her hair, tilting her head back by the tendrils to expose her smooth neck.

"Mmmm." A sigh came bubbling up, but through the gag, it sounded more like a moan.

"Oh," his voice perked up. "Does the agent like that?"

Fuller shook her head to signal that she did not like that, but the truth of the matter was, she
did
like it. It’d been a while since she’s felt someone put their hands on her like this, and the adrenaline junkie inside her was quivering with anticipation.

Asher gave her hair a harder tug and she could picture him in her mind, grinning as he toyed with her.

She let out a louder and longer sound that she tried to convince herself wasn't a moan, but she wasn't entirely certain. The back of her head was pressed against him and she felt his erection throbbing against her. She was torn between her primal urges and the fact that she was after this man.
Get your shit together, Fuller. He’s a goddamn criminal, not someone that you’re gonna climb like a goddamn tree
.

The feeling of him so close turned her on. Knowing that the sight and sound of her was arousing ended up making her feel the desire herself. Slowly, she found herself moving her ass—tiny little undulating circles—against the throbbing hardness behind her to see if she might elicit a physical reaction from him.

"Don't fucking tease me." He growled and tugged harder on her hair until she was looking straight up as his breath hovered above her. "Understand?"

Melissa nodded.

"Good," He softened up. "My house. My rules." The comment caused her to tremble slightly. "That means if I want to
be
touched, I will tell you to do so." He continued to talk, but his voice was moving away—just out of reach.

Asher’s body pressed up closely behind Melissa. The stiff erection pressed into her ass through the fabric of his pants and it made her want more. The inner scolding intensified. She would not let this man get to her. She refused to be one of them. She refused to want the stereotypical bad boy.

And yet…

"And if I want
to
touch." His hands slid around her and cupped her breasts, squeezing gently, "Then I
will
touch. With your permission—both oral and physical." He continued to play with her tits, provoking moans she could not control. "But I'm not into touching you today, Agent Fuller." He laughed and backed away from her, leaving her body aching and her mind confused.

"Ash," she heard another southern voice similar but different to the one guy she'd already met. "You have a call in the office.”

"Perfect timing," his voice was even more distant. "Take her to my room," he ordered to the unseen guy. "Leave her bound. I'll take care of her later."

"If she tries to run?"

“Well we wouldn’t want that, now would we? Tie her to the bed. Wrists and ankles.”

"Yes sir," the voice replied before his hands grabbed Melissa’s wrists. "Let’s go, sweet tits."

He tugged and pulled her towards another room. One that felt soft and comfortable. This might not be the worst fate she'd encountered. She could sleep here for hours. Especially after the day she’d had.

Suddenly she felt ropes loosen, but just as quickly her wrists were inside of cold metal. She presumed they were her own handcuffs as she heard them click into place. Cold fingers pushed her legs apart and she felt the ropes that had previously bound her wrists around her ankles. She tried to close her legs but found it impossible.