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them had chosen shotguns, although one or two carried pistols.
    They knew what "no traces" meant.
    Bulldog sighed, adjusting the black balaclava pulled over his head. "Right. Remember, she's got reddish blonde hair, skinny, probably gonna be scared and run at the first sound."
    He racked the pump action on his own shotgun, making sure there was a shell loaded in the chamber and ready to fire.
    "Don't hesitate - make sure the bitch is either in here, or dead."
    The van rumbled on, heading up towards the house ahead of them.

Chapter fourteen
    Inside Cain's house, the party had already deteriorated into near-chaos.
    Cain observed this with a bemused half-grin on his face as he followed Cheery inside. This is what happens, he thought to himself, when a whole group of young alpha males are mixed together with a bunch of hungry, willing females - and then, just to light off the whole powder keg, alcohol is dumped over everyone.
    In the living room, at least, clothes were still on - at least for the moment, although that fact looked likely to change at any moment. Tommy, still on the couch, had slipped back into a reclining position, and the young woman who had invited him in was now crouched on top of him, her lips locked to his as she rubbed her hips back and forth across his crotch.
    Seth, on the other couch, also had a girl on his lap - although this one was facing away from him, laughing as she slid her hips back and forth across him. Seth looked to be enjoying the lap dance, although the already half-empty handle of Jim Beam sitting on the coffee table between the two pairs suggested that all of the men and women were well lubricated.
    Even as they passed, Cain spotted Tommy's hands rising up, sliding up the back of the girl on top of him. Those questing fingers found the string of the girl's bikini top and tugged it free, releasing her tits to drop out and swing free in front of him. A moment later, his hands were curled around them, his thumbs flicking over her nipples and making her give a little shudder of pleasure.
    Next to him, Cheery shook her head with a little tutting noise. "Like I said, no control at all," she pointed out.
    "This coming from the woman dragging me in for a quickie before the prospects even arrive," Cain murmured back to her.
    "I suppose I really shouldn't be the one to talk, huh?" Dancing nimbly in between the two engrossed couples, Cheery snagged the open Jim Beam bottle off the table, lifting it to her lips to take a swig. "Wooh! Need a sip?"
    Cain took the offered bottle and tilted it back, swallowing a good slug of the stinging liquor. He let out a little growl of approval as it slid down his throat and sent warmth immediately into his belly. "Ahh." For a moment, something tickled at the back of his mind, some errand he'd promised to attend to, but he couldn't quite remember what it had been.
    And a moment later, Cheery was in his arms once again, distracting him and making that vague memory flee back into the depths of his mind.
    The woman tasted like whiskey, like the promise of fun about to come. She leapt up and threw her legs around Cain's waist, clinging to him like a tree trunk as her arms around his neck pulled him close for a deep, tongue-filled kiss.
    She slid down after a moment, and Cain grabbed the opportunity to take another swig of the Jim Beam. Glancing over into the living room once again, he noticed that Seth's pants seemed to have mysteriously slid down towards his knees, and his grin looked several degrees wider as the girl bounced up and down on his lap.
    "Savages," he murmured under his breath, although he couldn't keep from grinning as he watched the two younger bikers lose themselves in carnal enjoyment.
    Again, he was dragged away as Cheery slid one hand under his shirt, feeling his tight abs. "Hey, what's it going to be?" she asked him. "I could have anyone, you know! But I'm offering you first chance to fuck my brains out up in that big bed of yours."
    That's right - he