” Shelly was left alone. She stood straight, hands clasped behind her back, head down. The cockpit door opened and the captain emerged. Shelly could...n't see his face, but he walked with slow, measured steps, stopping behind her. Shelly didn't move as his hand slid down her back to her ass, stroking, then slapping it lightly. “So, slut. Are you ready to be fucked?” He'd spoken quietly into her ear, his breath tickling the tiny hairs there. Shelly didn't speak. The captain chuckled softly. “Good. He wasn’t a particularly tall fellow, only five feet, six inches or so. But he had a handsome face with jet black hair and what appeared to be a very toned and tanned body.“I absolutely love your tattoo,” he said. “If I didn’t have such commitment issues, I’d be covered in them.”I gave him an awkward laugh.“Can I buy you a drink?” He asked, calling the bartender over.I wasn’t really in the mood for another drink, but my momma always told me to never deny anything if a man is paying. “A rum and. It was all dark wood and brushed chrome, a big brown leather couch sat off to one side. James was against the pane of windows, scowling at a laptop. The receptionist left us alone. He looked up and fixed his gaze on me and leaned back. He had a slight smile on his lips. I shivered at the memory of those lips. It had only been 12 hours since I had seen him but it felt like a million years. My skin smelled like him. I thought he looked pleased that I was here, in his office. I left my purse and. I think that we were tracking his father made him more so. I rode up beside him the first day. “You all right with what we’re doing?”He nodded. “If ever a man needs to go to hell, it’s him. He deserves everything that’s going to happen to him. I just want to make sure he dies for what he’s done to us and every other person he’s brought misery and death.”Jess had told me a little about what they had endured, and in the rare times I’d seen Bud and Sonny without shirts the scars across their back.