"Yes, I'm sure I look a sight. You spoil me," she begins removing her clothing a piece at a time. Chase watches, and his mouth goes dry. First her waistcoat. With each button, she pops, his body twitches until at last, it parts, revealing a red gusseted corset trimmed in black lace. Bronnah turns away and drops her skirt exposing her backside, garter, and stockings. Chase growls and reaches for her just as the knock comes at the door.
She laughs and grabs her clothing and dashes into the toilet to clean up. “Tease,” he snaps as he steps to the door and jerks it open. Lunch is delivered and set up, “How much longer till we depart?” Chase asked the porter.
"Ten minutes," he backs away and closes the door behind him. "All clear, Bronnah. Lunch is here." Bronnah steps out still wearing her corset, garters, and stocking and Chase grins in appreciation.
“I’m not hungry for food, Chase.” Walking towards him she runs a hand up his chest as he stares at her.
“Thank God,” he exclaims, jerking her towards his chest. “You make it impossible for me to think of anything else, Bronnah except the way you look, taste…” his mouth touches her softly. “You taste like heaven…” his mouth trails over hers, along her jaw and to her neck. “And feel…” he slowly begins unlacing her corset, trailing his mouth along the bare skin as it is revealed.
Bronnah groans expecting passion and heat, not this gentle, tender, exquisite torture. He sweeps her up into his arms and kisses her senseless as he carries her to the bed.
"How quiet can you be Bronnah mine?" Tears well in her eyes at his endearment. He leans back to strip his clothing, and she gasps when his hands tease and taunt her pushing her thighs apart.
“Chase, you can’t…” his silver eyes flash as he kicks off his jeans and climbs up her body. He claims her with every part of his body wanting her to remember him and never forget what it’s like to be loved by him. Bronnah bites his shoulder to quiet her screams as he drives her over the edge and when the train finally begins to move, they utilize the cover the noise provides.
Chapter 28
Chaos erupts in the train depot as girl after girl is rescued from a locked train. Large black carriages pull off with Mr. Chen's profit, and Jonas can see his business ties burning before his eyes. Fuming, he stomps to the ticket counter.
“Could you direct me to the next westbound train to, Indiana?”
The clerk looked at him and points to a train pulling out of the depot, picking up steam it disappears. “There she goes now.”
“I see.” Jonas sizes up the clerk and decides to take a chance. He’s young with a black handlebar mustache and vest. His eye is constantly roaming, and he smiles at one or two of the young ladies. Jonas draws out a roll of cash and flips it open. Instantly, the clerk’s eyes snap to his. “I need some information.”
“You’ve come to the right counter, sir. What can I do for you?” He grins.
“I need to know which train a certain passenger is on. It would be bound for Indiana, carrying a U. S. Marshall, Mr. Chase Rivers.” He watches as the clerk, traces a finger down a ledger and flips through the pages.
“Yes, sir. Right here,” he pauses and waits for Jonas to pass the cash through the window.
“Destination?” Jonas snaps.
“Indiana, on the Erie Railroad, sir. It was the final train for the day on that line.”
“Of course,” he sighs. “When is it due to arrive?”
“That would be tomorrow at noon.”
“Excellent. You’ve been most helpful.” He slides more cash through and walks away to the shadows behind the depot. Eve is waiting with eight of the Chen. Jonas lights a cigarette and stares at them.
“Change of plans. We need to find a train, follow me,” he orders, walking away from the crowds. Eve doesn’t question him. She knows what this means. Mr. Chen will want retribution.
"Eve, send five of the Chen and recover as many of the girls as they can. Follow the carriages, it shouldn't be too hard for them. Make sure as many of them make it to their original destination as possible."
“Yes, Jonas,” she turns and speaks to them in Chinese. They quickly split up and disappear leaving them with only three. “Did you get the tickets for Indiana?”
“No, we are going after that train. It will never make it to Indiana.” Eve doesn’t show her surprise. Nothing he does surprises her anymore. Over the past few days, they were able to figure out where the Marshall was headed. Of course, he is still set on taking his witness to the U.S. Marshall’s office.
“How are we going to do that?” she asks quietly.
“Easy, you’re going to distract the conductor with your feminine attributes, leave the rest up to me.” Eve is disgusted, he uses her body as his play toy until it serves him to let someone else use it. She hides her feelings, knowing if she lets it show, he will punish her and hold her tonic back. Without her dosages of this new drug, the shakes start and the nightmares. Once he kept them from her for two days, and she nearly went insane.
Eve is ashamed to admit that she has become addicted to his "Tonic," at least that what she has started calling it. If she does as he commands, he gives it to her if not, she is punished. The cawing, craving, desperate desire for more is ever present in her
