Relentless

Relentless Part 2

   Maddox

    How far away could he take her? She couldn’t have got far; they would be seen out in the open holding a woman against her will. Even unconscious it would be picked up quickly, must have gone underground to not be seen on cameras around the city.

   Maddox walking the outskirts of central parking, looking for any sign of the men from the camera footage. Staring down any man looking at him twice, he stands our here. Double breasted suit tailed to him walking the edge of central park seeing different walks of life, some homeless asking for change, gangsters loitering street corners. Mothers walking their pushchairs into the park for afternoon play all different people in the place, none of their faces matching the man sitting next to his girl. None of them looking right. Even his entourage have disappeared. Won’t dare talk to anyone around, give away that he’s looking for him. Glaring at any man thinking he’s worth his metal, caving their heads in might take the edge off, needing a release can’t think straight. All the guys on the streets start looking like him, like the coward that took his woman. Smelling the air surrounding him scenting anything of her to track her, find her. Smelling other wolves around isn’t anything new, there are a few packs that become new world and living in the city, near the big park means they can still run free at night.

   Weeks go by some routine, walking the park, few fights with guys thinking they can better a man on a mission. Breaking noses was a good way of getting people to run in the opposite direction when they saw him coming. He was a man hellbent on finding her, searching every corner for any trace of the man that took her, seeing broken down cars on the edge of the road. Lots of greased up men surrounding the cars, they must have seen something they are all over this corner of the park. Sitting at a bench watching them from afar, just looking for one of those guys to match the faces on the CCTV. Scrutinizing every movement, they make, hoping they are the ones that were standing by watching while a man took his girl, there wearing overalls, he should have remembered that when he was looking at the men surrounding the park. They all look suspicious to him now.

   How stupid can I be not to see them! They were right there in front of me! I’ve walked past them so many times, smelled their pack all over the park, many days wasted because I didn’t notice these greased up guys surrounding the corner, right by where she was taken. How could I be so blind. Smell of grease covering up their wolf scent, covering their tracks.

   Chastising himself for not seeing that these men must have been the ones to take her, they must have been the ones keeping him from finding her. Watching them from his bench, every movement they made, they must have different place to keep her this was to out in the open. Too many people passing by barely noticing them under the hoods of all the cars surrounding their garage, looking past them to see the back of the shop, they must have a room at the back. Somewhere there keeping her away from street view, so many cars in the way, few big mustangs couple SUV’s all high end, not scrounging for sales here cars lined up down the street waiting to be seen. It looks like it has business booked in for weeks, all the men surrounding the cars least two to a car one under the hood one underneath the car. HE can barely see inside there are so many machines moving cars around with more men inside, business must be booming so why did they take Riley? What can she offer them? Watching the shop for so long he lost track of time, sun light fell more and more people looking scruffier now surrounding him. If any of them got to close he was still itching for a fight, could practically feel the anger coming off him in wave. Maddox was staring into the shop still trying to see any sign of where they could stash a girl in their garage. Looking through the sea of men seeing some in suits near the black surrounding a giant SUV, must be the owners. Something seems off with them, why would they be wearing suits in a garage? Even if they were owner’s they shouldn’t be wearing suits in a grease covered garage. Maddox staring into the shop keeping close eyes on them from afar, moving into another SUV at the front door. That doesn’t seem normal changing cars, sniffing the air trying to lock in their scents, calling his pack “keep an eye on this garage we have a new pack in town and I think they’ve taken my girl” putting his phone down staring back into the garage.  

     Half the pack circling the garage for days only seeing snippets of other wolves. If I go in all wolves blazing, they could kill her before I find her. Whole pack communicating telepathically, everyone kept in the loop. We know everything there is to know about this garage. It’s barely making ends meet, how they are still open I can’t figure out. My guys been looking into their accounts and there barely making a penny, they have ten cars in there just sitting there. I’ve been here for three days in a row and the cars haven’t moved; the mechanics barely move from the back room long enough to make a fresh pot of coffee.

    Circling the garage, the boys see the same thing. Cars unmoving but no sign of my girl. Get a faint smell of her, she had to have been here for her smell to be here but its not fresh. She was here few days ago, could be weeks if no-other female been around. Walk in there a few times to talk to the guys, searching for an angle in “my rides making some weird noises guys any chance your free soon to check my baby out?” sounding as idiotic as I can to get them out but no dice. Chunky bald guy smells like human strolls out “sorry mate we fully booked for the next few days. Take it down the road Mahoney’s will sort you out alright” that’s a first. No garage I have ever been to has told me to go to take my business elsewhere, fully booked is right. Booked out by the same cars that haven’t been touched in days, if they didn’t scream wrong doings they are know. I can smell wolves here; these humans up front they using as guard dogs to protect they agenda. They are keeping her somewhere I just know it.

    Packs keeping them all under surveillance, good job we are such a big pack. My pack respect me, my wishes are always for the better of the pack. I know they will do everything to help me get my mate back, betas close to me keeping my head on straight “Alpha we get her back, they will die for touching her” coming up behind me griping my shoulders “we’ll take over Mad. If something changes, you’ll be the first to know ok” pulling me back from view taking over the bench with the best view of the garage front. They will watch the garage like it’s their mate in there.  

Riley

     Finally leaving me here alone in my cell, everything hurts from them. How could he hurt me so much this time, lost so much time tonight.  Pretty sure I blacked out for a while during the beating they gave me; husky voice was quiet tonight too only said a few words to me “stay still and this will be over soon” kissing down my neck as he whispered in my ear. I was blindfolded for the entire time they were beating me, but it was worse tonight. That other man was harder than Ryder, finally heard what his name was. The other man slipped up and called him Ryder when he was talking “Ryder have you been going soft on her? She would look so much better if you let me have my knife back” sounded like the new guy wanted me dead more than beaten, he kept going on about how much better I’d look better with knife wounds. Sexier with open gashes according to him “I could carve some pretty pictures in her porcelain white skin, really mark her as ours” he said stroking my arms and thighs, I felt my skin crawl at his touch.

     After the man slipped up saying Ryder’s name in my cell, he thought it be fair to tell me his name too, Dean was the one wanting to cut me. Even hearing his name made me feel queasy, the man kept swinging at me tonight everything felt bruised or bleeding. I’m lying on my makeshift bed feeling close to death. The off-white sheets now turning red, blindfold still covering my eyes, don’t have the energy to take the cover off my eyes when I heard them leave, Ryder didn’t stay to help bandage me up this time. The worst I’ve ever felt, and he didn’t even stick around this time, only whispered “I’m sorry about him, he wanted to come and play with you. I didn’t know he was such a sadist; I’ll be back soon stay still ok Kitten” lightly touching my arm as he lay me down, much to Deans disgust “should have just left your little kitten strung up, looked hot her hanging there” felt my skin crawl at him calling me kitten, felt like a caress when Ryder called me that when Dean said it I felt sick. This man just wanted to hurt me so bad I couldn’t move so I played along, I didn’t move on the bed. My entire body felt like it was bleeding, keeping my eyes open was a battle I was quickly losing. I wanted Ryder to come back and help fix me up but staying conscious was becoming harder and harder the longer I lay there waiting for him, the blindfold keeping me in the dark wasn’t helping.

     I must have blacked out, before I knew it Ryder was back tending my open wounds “stay still kitten, I’m going to make you feel better” caressing my skin as he slathers cream on my wounds and bandages them up. Keeping the blindfold firmly covering my eyes I felt him moving up my arms towards my face, stroking my cheeks moving so close to me I felt his breath on my face, his masculine scent surrounding me. Breathing him in making me feel instantly better, “I’m glad you came back, he hurt me so bad” moving my hands towards him, feeling for him. Gripping his forearms pulling him even closer to me needing him closer his breath on my skin wasn’t enough I needed him to make the pain go away. Stroking my cheek kissing down my neck “I know he hurt you more than he should have but I promise I’ll make u feel better” moving the blindfold from my face, light in the room making my eyes sting blinking rapidly. His form a silhouette to me as he moves around me, “go slow kitten this is all new to both of us” whispering in my ear as he brings his lips down on mine, still haven’t seen his face but his lips on mine I can’t help but close my eyes and get lost in his kiss. His lips bruising mine, pulling on any part of him I can touch, momentarily forgetting I’m still an open wound. Moment of weakness quickly becoming painful, I don’t want to stop kissing him but he’s pulling away from me.  

   That man’s lips are magical, taking my mouth claiming me. In this moment I’m his. My hands slide up his stomach feeling his ruffed jaw, pulling him closer to me, need him closer. I can’t help the noises coming out of me at his touch, his fingers wrap around my waist holding me close digging in so hard I can feel the bruises forming already. Eager for more of him my hands move across his body, nails ripping into his chiselled hairy chest slightest push to try and look into his eyes “please I need to you” tugging at the bottom of his shirt. I need to see him; see those eyes I want to see if he’s looking at me like I’m looking at him. Pleading as best I can, pulling his body flush to me, feeling every part of him I can touch. Pulling at my own ripped bloodied clothes needing to feel his skin on mine, clothes dropping around us ripping his own off between our lips clashing. His tongue fighting for entry into my mouth moving his hands up into my hair angling my head, dominating my mouth, claiming me in a way I’ve never felt before.

    His hands moving down my back ripping off the rest of my clothes, strewn across the room. One hand goes around my backside squeezing my cheeks, pulling me closer to him, grinding on him. His other hand caressing up my face stroking my cheeks “keep those eyes closed for a minute kitten” he whispers. Holding my breath feeling his breath against my lips “please I want to see you” pleading with him to see him, taking my breathe away as his lips crash on mine pushing me backwards until my back hits the cold wall, hands moving across each other. His hands roaming my body, stroking down my legs squeezing my cheeks as he pulls me up, my legs wrapping around him on their own. My brain screaming, I know this is wrong to be kissing my captor but his touch, fanning the fire inside me. Fire he creates every time he’s close to me, bringing whimpers out of me. His hands leave my body for a second. Needing his touch like my next breath “open your eyes kitten, let me see those light blue eyes of yours” he whispers between light kisses down my neck. Before he finishes my eyes flutter open, finally I’m allowed to see his eyes as he touches me “there you are kitten” kissing me again grinding into me as he pulls me off the wall moving me so quickly to the bed, throwing me on to my cot, it felt small before but now it feels tiny with his huge frame moving up my naked body, looking into his eyes “your eyes are so much darker than I imagined” coming out more breathy, “kitten you’ve been thinking about my eyes? I’ve been thinking about every inch of your body, how you taste. Your becoming my favourite flavour” he says kissing licking down my body. Stroking every part of me pinning me down coming back up slowly kissing every inch of me, writhing underneath him, he has full control of my body “that feels so good, don’t stop” moaning as he moves back up to my lips “kitten this is just the start” he whispers taking my lips.

 Maddox 4 years ago

    I can’t wait to see her; I love watching her paint when she’s in her studio all covered in paint surrounded in paint strewed everywhere. At her house surrounded by her family obligations she’s so put together never a hair out of place always looking so beautifully perfect. In her secret studio she’s messy. Canvases are leaning on every clear space, stools and paint brushes everywhere with different colours in different shades must be careful were you step or even lean. I’ve left her studio with added colours to my suit jackets on more than a few occasions, I’ve been so engrossed in watching her, chatting and laughing with her that I haven’t looked where I was touching and come away with paint splodges, never a good look when I have clients to see, I’ve had to explain the marks on many occasions when they’ve noticed before I have. Both feel so free in her studio, neither of us must be proper nor act a certain way around each other, even been able to touch her not so innocently in her studio. Something forbidden in our normal world. We are engaged but by our parent’s, so any form of intimacy is off limits, heaven forbid we show that we care about each other. We are friends now, neither of us keen on the arrangement to start with but the more we got thrown together the more we found how much we enjoyed being in each other’s company, calling and texting each other has been the norm for so long now it’s weird not to hear from her. When its been a couple of hours without a reply from her I know where she’s holed up, her studio is her secret safe place. The parent’s don’t know she paints, let alone has her own studio. She rents this tiny space completely free from them. Trusting me enough to tell me about her secret place was such a surprise, I was hoping our relationship was developed enough for her to trust me, she doesn’t trust many people. The fact that we were supposed to be husband and wife didn’t come with a guarantee for her to trust me.

       Riley was so beautiful when she paints, completely in her own world. I can watch her for ages without her noticing I’m even there. It’s made me worry about her safety so much that I put in a security system surrounding the studio, small motion sensors and cameras on the windows and doors sending notifications to my phone when their active. Watching her while I’m at work is the only way to calm me down when she doesn’t respond. I can see her; I love to watch her. She’s beautiful when she’s dancing around throwing paint onto a blank canvas when she thinks no-one can see her.

    I’m standing in the doorway holding it up, mesmerized watching her standing over her colourful canvas, abstract art is her calling. She’s standing their paint dripping off her paintbrush as she evaluates her work, purples and blues cascaded across the canvas makes me think of the sky after sunset over a stream of wildflowers. Looking at her painting always makes me feel things and see things I never would have thought of, her paintings bring out images in your brain that are so beautiful that you never would have thought of on your own. Her hair tied on top of her head in a scruffy bun that I just want to release and run my fingers through her blonde locks, paint on her overalls that she keeps her different colours down her arms looks like she’s been here for hours. Looking at the canvas I have not seen this one before, must have been working on it all day for how much paint is on her as well as the canvas.

       Watching her paint was amazing. The way her hands fluidly moving across the canvas, creating some of the most beautiful colour works of I’ve ever seen. I know I don’t know are the way she does, it’s pretty pictures to me but she has a way of painting something that makes my heart flutter when I look at them, like there a piece of her in colours and I get to watch her create them.

    Mesmerized watching her, I got lost in her for what felt like hours till she turned and focused solely on me. Those big blue eyes drawing me in. Smiling that big heart stopping smile at me, I couldn’t help smiling back, she has an infectious smile “new painting looks nearly as beautiful as you” walking towards her. Looking between me and her painting “oh shut up you. You always say sweet things like that when your caught spying and yes before you pretend you weren’t you were spying” hitting me lightly on the shoulder laughing at me “what can I say, I love to watch you in your zone. Away from prying eyes” getting the cutest blush creep up her face, so cute when I make her blush. Acting like my words don’t affect her, I know she feels it too, but I can’t push her. Moving around her studio looks like she hasn’t been painting lately, one she’s working on is her newest one “not getting up here much these days? Don’t tell me they keeping you on a tighter leash these days” stalking towards her caging her in with my arms around her “how’d you guess?” rolling her eyes “ they seem to think keeping me locked up in the house is the best place till they sell me off like a damned prize horse” inching closer to her lips whispering “should I be offended by that since I’m the one they selling you off to, so you put it”. Pressing my body into her, more time at the home gym these days need to relieve some of the intensity she makes me feel. Feeling her heartbeat speed up, panting at my touch, I knew I affected her body like she effects mine. Need another kiss she tastes so good whispering into her lips “you know you’re not a prized horse, your mine” crashing my lips into hers. Feeling her as she opens her mouth up letting my tongue explore her mouth as my hands explore her curves, she’s soft I love the feel of her. Her hands coming up stroking down my abs digging her nails into me whimpering into my mouth as our bodies grind into each other, we fit together perfectly.

     As quickly as it started, she pulled away, pushing my chest “stop Maddox you know they’ll flip out if got to far” panting to catch her breath. I’m back on her a second later, whispering between kissing up and down her slender neck “we are meant to be husband and wife soon hunny, I think they’d be ok if we got some practise in” pushing me away again hand on my heart “you know they’d sooner call it all off then let me be happy Mad. You know what their like if someone they deemed more suited comes alone before they hitch us, I’d be sold to them. My parents don’t care if we care about each other they just care about the money my suiter has” turning away from me “well lucky for me I’m worth money and you know I feel more for you than anyone else, you mean more to be then every penny I have” gripping her chin, bringing her eyes up to mine needed her to see the sincerity in my eyes “we’ve been engaged since you were like sixteen and coming up soon we’ll be wed and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make you as happy as you make me”

     Taking my breathe away just looking into her beautiful blue eyes. She doesn’t realise she could break me, everything about her shines. Turning away from her leaving a piece of my heart with her every time and she doesn’t even know that she holds my heart in her palm.