Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (this book - Book 4)
VIOLENCE WARNING: The two stories in the Savage Gang saga, and especially the second story, involve a gang practicing extreme violence toward everyone — women, the elderly, the protagonist, etc. The stories contain mature sexual content and violence as well. I am placing this warning on all chapters, including those without such violence, so you can choose whether to continue.
CHAPTER 30
Olivia Lockheed walked across the deck of the parking garage and approached the rear of the black BMW 550i, which sat between two other cars. Lockheed muttered under her breath at the memory of handing over her personal credit card to secure the upgrade from a government-issued vehicle. She was protecting the people of this country, and shouldn’t need to pay out of her own pocket to obtain the amenities she deserved.
She also was seething at the news report she had watched minutes earlier. Once again, the news anchor hadn't been able to help herself, calling Sapphire Angel the city’s one hope, and mentioning how the costumed woman had done more in a few days to thwart the Savage Gang than the entire FBI had accomplished in months.
The stupid people of the city adored Savage Angel and enjoyed the attention the heroine brought to the region. But the nitwits didn’t comprehend the message the heroine sent — that vigilantes could run wild in this town. It was a recipe for chaos.
Lockheed needed a diversion to get her mind off Sapphire Angel and the Savage Gang, but her idea of a diversion differed from most people’s. Underneath her long overcoat, a tight leather corset clung to her firm body, with laces securing it in the front. It was strapless and cut high, revealing muscular legs and strong, bare shoulders. She wore heels and fishnet stockings to project her desired image — unbridled sexuality. Inside the deep inner pocket of the coat was a cat-tailed whip, handcuffs, and a mask. When worn, the mask would cover her head, starting at her eyes and going back over her head to enclose her hair. A circular opening in the back would allow her thick mane to spill out.
The mask was important. Now, more than ever, she needed to keep her little hobby a secret. Although the risk thrilled her, the consequences would be too great if the wrong people learned of her kink. Plus, she loved walking into a room, knowing everyone was oblivious to her secret.
She touched the handle of the whip through the jacket as she walked, and felt the stirrings of desire, thinking back to her meeting with Harper. She wished the girl had taken her up on her offer. If she had, the night would be much different, as Lockheed’s current destination would have been too much for a neophyte such as Harper. Baby steps.
With no pretty little blond to play with tonight, the secret club would have to do. There would be some willing participants in the club to help her relieve some tension, although none of them would be as intoxicating as Harper.
As she reached for her car keys, she heard the clunk of heels on the concrete floor behind her. She whirled, but saw nothing. She scrunched her nose, certain she had heard a noise. Her eyes scanned left and right, and she remained still, listening. Nothing.
With a quick shake of the head, she turned back to the car, only to step back in surprise at the stunning vision in front of her. Sapphire Angel stood five feet away, near the rear of the BMW.
Lockheed’s breath caught as the superheroine’s radiance washed over her. It was as if the FBI woman was in the presence of an actual angel. Perhaps it was the way the dim light of the garage caught the heroine’s blonde hair, or maybe it was her thin and lightly toned arms. Or perhaps it was the way the costume and tights shimmered in the light as they clung to her spectacular body. Or it could have been her flawless legs — thin but not scrawny, tight but not overly muscled, long but still proportionate to her body. Then again, perhaps it was her swirling blue eyes, or her symmetrical mouth with wide, luscious lips.
Whatever the reason, Lockheed was smitten. A desire burned inside her, unlike any she had ever experienced. This girl was perfection — an impossible mix of supermodel looks and a pure innocence — and she was here, just a few feet away. For the first time in her life, Lockheed couldn’t speak.
“Ms. Lockheed,” the blonde bombshell said with a nod, standing with her legs spread, hands on her hips. Her voice sounded youthful, but steady and clear, filled with confidence.
Lockheed blinked twice before nodding. “Sapphire Angel,” she said, with what was little more than a breath. She was still soaking in the superheroine, her eyes traveling up and down the petite woman’s amazing body.
“Pardon the intrusion,” Sapphire Angel said. “But we need to talk.”
“Yes,” Lockheed replied with a slow nod. She had to get herself together. The FBI agent was accustomed to being in control, but here she was, gawking like a lovestruck schoolgirl. She cleared her throat and forced herself to focus.
“I think we can help each other,” Sapphire Angel said, as a cold breeze coming into the open-air garage caused her blonde hair to flutter against her perfect shoulders.
“Help each other?” Lockheed asked, narrowing her eyes. As captivated as she was by the woman, she forced herself to remember her anger. This girl was nothing more than a lawless vigilante. “Have you been talking to Beth Harper? Or maybe you saw the bimbo newswoman when she mentioned the idea in tonight's late news? Why does everyone assume we can work together?”
Sapphire Angel paused and a moment later shrugged. “Isn’t it obvious?” she said, holding a hand up at each side, palms upturned. “We’re both pursuing the same thing. I’m discovering things, and so are you, but wouldn’t it be better if we shared that information? If we pooled our knowledge and our resources?”
Lockheed’s temper flared, and pride made her forget her lust. “Who exactly do you think you are?” she asked in an icy tone. “You run around in that costume, answering to no one. You should be in jail, not trying to make a deal with me. And I don’t appreciate you stalking me, either. How did you find me?”
Sapphire Angel stiffened. “I’ve found the gang on a couple of occasions already, haven’t I? And you’re easier to locate than they are. But if that’s how you feel, so be it. You’re making a mistake, though. If you haven’t noticed, I can handle this gang in a way nobody else has been able to. And if their history is any indication, we have about six more days until the Savage Gang is at full strength in this town.”
Sapphire Angel's hands moved back to her hips, and she stood in a casual, athletic pose. Her movements once again mesmerized Lockheed, who remained silent for a moment before replying.
“I’ll think about it,” the FBI agent said, chewing on her lip as she noticed Sapphire Angel's narrow waist, where the pure white and vibrant blue of her costume met at a downward angle. She wanted to wrap this girl in knots, drive her to the point of rapture, and make her beg for release. She stepped closer to the heroine.
“Fair enough,” Sapphire Angel said with a quick nod, before her eyes widened in surprise and she stepped back. “If you need to reach me, you can call.”
“Call?” Lockheed asked, raising an eyebrow.
Sapphire Angel rattled off a phone number, which Lockheed repeated. Again Lockheed stepped toward the costumed woman, but Sapphire Angel had taken a step back between the cars, and turned. With a powerful jump, she flew through the air, somersaulted, and disappeared over the railing of the garage, out into the night air.
With a gasp of surprise, Lockheed sprinted to the railing and looked down. Sapphire Angel was gone.
Lockheed stepped away from the railing, her knees shaking. She put a hand on the nearest car to steady herself, a vision of Sapphire Angel emblazoned on her mind.
The club suddenly was not looking like such a good choice for the evening. She needed an outlet for her pent-up feelings, though, and pitied whichever poor woman she selected as her plaything tonight.
Forward to Chapter 31 (link works after Chapter 31 goes live)
Other links:
Sapphire Angel, Superheroine (Book 1)
Power Play (Book 2)
Deconstruction (Book 3)
Savage Dawn (this book - Book 4)
Well, I.....uhhh.....I hope that this is.....the start of some kind of.....working relationship? Could Lockheed please just put her obsessions aside for a few moments? Maybe if she wasn’t getting so distracted, the two of them would actually be able to collaborate a little. They do have a common enemy, after all. I feel like Sapphire did do quite a bit to encourage them working together, though.....I guess it’s all up to Lockheed now and what exactly she wants to do with that advice. I can’t help but wonder how this would’ve gone if the meeting had actually taken place inside the club; we could’ve either gotten absolutely NO progress, had an absolute beater of a fight scene, had some kind of hilarious sequence where Sapphire just keeps getting hounded by patrons while trying to talk to Lockheed.....then again, I guess that’s exactly why we didn’t spring for that in the first place.
The Savage Gang’s getting its way too often and too much, but what makes it suck even more is that we DO have an opportunity to get a firm upper hand on them, but Lockheed’s stubbornness is just not cutting it for us. Hope things can start improving soon!
Forgive the short length of this comment, but I’m currently recovering from an episode where I got nervous around someone I had feelings for, and just ended up messing everything up. So I’m just going to go and gorge myself on ice cream......