Page 44 of Drowning
Peeking over his shoulder, I see Stone scanning his laptop screen intensely, carefully watching video feed from inside and outside of the bar.
"What the fuck is going on, son?" I ask with a mouthful of steaming hot coffee, noticing the time, and how it's earlier than usual for these fuckers to be up.
"We had a fucking attack at the bar last night," he seethes, and I can feel the anger radiating off of his body as he speaks. "Five of our members were targeted while on routine runs, and a drive-by nabbed a few more—nothing deadly. Destroyed the fucking bar too." He turns to look at me, confusion written all over his face, even though a tiny glint of realization swirls in his hazel eyes.
"What the fuck? Was anything stolen?"
"Yeah, whatever cash and product the guys were carrying, but nothing from inside the bar."
"Shit, any idea who fucking did it?" I ask, feeling the anger beginning to bubble up inside of me.
"Nothing solid. I don't get it," Stone begins, shaking his head as he stands up. "We don't have beef with anyone right now, so it can't be other bikers."
I look around, suddenly realizing that Emerson is nowhere in sight, and panic begins to flood my veins. "Wait, where the fuck is Emerson?"
"In the water. She's having a rough morning too, but I don't think she knows about what happened." He gazes down at the beach, and I follow his line of sight, my eyes landing on Emerson floating in the water on her back, just letting the waves take her out to sea.
"Then why is she having a rough morning?" I take the last gulp of my coffee, noticing the throbbing in my head slowly easing.
"No fucking clue. She wouldn't say shit to any of us; just ran out the damn house like it was on fucking fire." He shrugs, unable to pull his focus off of her.
But I can't seem to either.
I pat my son on the back and walk away in the direction of a frantic Eli, still on the damn phone. When he sees me approaching, he ends the call abruptly and lights another cigarette.
"Stone filled me in. What do you want me to tackle?" I offer my assistance since the club is my baby, but Eli just shakes his head, nervously glancing back at his sister.
"Nah, we're good on that end, but I need you to do something else for me, Kane." His voice drops to a hushed tone, as if he's trying to make sure that nobody hears him.
Following his lead, I whisper back, "okay, name it, E."
Torture flicks in his eyes and a quick frown curls on his lips before he recovers, his lips making a firm, straight line across his face.
"I need you to go down to the water and try to talk to Emerson. I have to know what's bothering her." He runs his hand through his hair, sighing painfully. "I've never seen her this upset before, Kane, and I'm fucking worried."
I nod, giving him a sympathetic smile. "Sure thing, kid."
He flashes a small but grateful smile before pulling out his phone again, obviously ready to get back go what he was doing.
With my eyes fixed on Emerson, still floating in the water, I make my way down to the beach and walk into the bitter cold water without stopping. The water submerges my body all the way up to my chin, by the time I reach Emerson, shivering from the cold with her eyes squeezed shut. I cautiously reach out and graze my fingers along her cheek, getting her to open her eyes.
"What's wrong, Little One?"
She doesn't answer—won't even talk—but quickly gets off her back and swims right into my arms, locking her legs around my waist and looping her arms over my shoulders. I don't protest. I hold her as tight as I can, sensing she just needs the comfort, the safety that I bring her. Silently, she rests her forehead against mine and looks into my eyes. Before I can say or do anything, she crashes her lips down on mine and thrusts her tongue into my mouth, kissing me with an extreme sense of hunger that I've never seen, but I fucking love.
Caving to every craving, every desire I have for her, I kiss her back even rougher, using dominating lashes that have her tongue eagerly dancing around mine. She holds my face in her hands, keeping our mouths fused as the kiss turns ravenous and possessive. I slide my hand around to the back of her neck, squeezing tightly to hold her in place too, shoving my tongue deep down her throat, toying with the back of it.
She moves her hips, grinding against my cock as we float toward the shallow water, and I know right then exactly what she fucking wants.
"Tell me what you want, Little One," I order, pulling away from her mouth.
She just looks at me, heavily panting, trying to catch her breath.
"You want my cock? You want me to fuck you? Then you need to own that shit and fucking tell me." My upper lip curls, but my eyes darken, feeling the need for control taking over.
"I want you to fuck me," she admits, huffing. "Ineedyou to fuck me, Daddy Kane." She bites her lip and flutters her lashes at me, knowing she just poked the fucking bear.
"You need me to fuck you?" I growl teasingly, roughly ripping her bikini bottoms to the side.