We got cleaned up and dressed. Made our way back out to the clothes mountain. This time around, when I saw a duplicate, I just thanked it for helping me and tossed it in the DONATE pile. I wasn't going to drag myself down for coping in whatever way that worked. I was still standing wasn't I? Still happier now than any time before in my life. Outside of a couple measly snafus, I thought my life was landing on the side of good more days than not. I chuckled. Measly snafus. Kidnapping, torture, shot at, almost run off the road, attempted murder...easy peasy. **"I think I see the floor," Ryker said a couple hours later. I jerked my head around to look at his side of the room. "No way. This pile is never ending. I'm pretty sure it was breeding and copying itself while we had sexy times."He snorted. "Probably true. But look." He stepped into a section of floor without any clothes on it. "Bare floor." He did a little dance that looked like he was either shopping or spanking
I looked away from Willow's compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me. I gritted my teeth. I'd left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?Shitty. A fucking shitty brother. Someone who didn't deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow. Hell. I shouldn't be with anyone. Since she'd met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she'd never met. Some fucking boyfriend. "Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I'm going to talk to Ryker in private. We'll be right back," Willow said as she pushed me around an upright barrier. Once we were a couple spots away from the stairwell, she looked up into my face. "What kind of pain?"I blinked, tried to process her words. "Pa
In a crouching run that felt like I had a large chimpanzee on my shoulders, we made it into the parking garage under the building where Corrie was being held. Nothing obvious about us. Look away, random passersby. Just seven deadly assassins and a whiter than white chick racing across the street. Nothing to see here.I bit my lip to keep from giving into the hysterical laughter that pushed at my throat. Expanded my chest. I clenched my fingers into fists at my side as we stayed next to the interior walls of the parking structure.Adrenaline and life surged through my veins. No pain needed. Maybe I should look into a different career path. Saving lives was pretty exciting."You stay here," Mas said. He didn't have to bother lowering his voice to a whisper. He pushed his nose to mine. "If you get even a single hair on your head hurt, I'll blister your ass so hard you won't be able to sit for a month. So help me God. Get me?"I nodded. "Sir, yes, sir."He rolled his eyes. Presse
My girl's body was trembling in my arms as she spun in a slow circle to greet her mother. The woman who paid a monster ten million dollars to take her daughter off her hands. Searing rage and hate swamped through my mind. Willow pulled my arms tighter around her. She huddled against me. "What do you want, Beverly?"Beverly jerked as if the words were gunshots. "You know I hate it when you call me that. What are you doing here?" Her voice changed from soft inquisition to hard and impersonal in a matter of seconds. "Why does it even matter to you?" Willow asked. "You paid Ethan ten million dollars to take me off your hands. I can't imagine you're overly concerned with my well-being." I felt Willow lock her knees and stiffen against me. Beverly stalked forward, her dark blonde hair a stiff helmet around her head. She shared her mossy green eyes with her daughter. "How dare you say something so vulgar to me!" She raised her hand as if she were about to slap her daughter across t
Abigail pushed into the room. She had a thin folder, a laptop, and her phone with her. She was busy tapping at the screen. She looked up after she hit a final button. Her smile was curiously mysterious. "Just making my excuses to the consult team."I nodded. "What the hell happened, Abigail? When did this become a drive-thru for people to pick up patients?"Abigail stiffened. Narrowed her eyes at me. "You know better than that, Mr. Penn. I take each of my patient's care very seriously."I nodded again. "Yes. You do. The same obviously can't be said for the others. If we need to move Corrie to a different facility where this kind of shit won't happen again, simply tell me and I'll get her moved."Abigail shook her head. "Wait for the hospital admin to get here. I can't discuss the internals without them in the room.""They've got five minutes before I start calling the media and making a fuss." I tipped my wrist, took note of the time. Abigail sighed. "You're a hard man, Mr
Memories washed through my mind in a wave of misery and torment. As if transported through time to the past, they were all I could see. I stumbled to the wall. Giggled as my heel caught in my dress. Ethan had picked it out. Said I looked lovely. I thought it was ugly, but when Mother had agreed with him, I'd shut up. It wasn't worth it to fight over a stupid dress. Not when I was getting married to the man in less than a couple weeks. A small group of men came from one of the backrooms. One of them was pulling his zipper up as they joked and ribbed each other. "Best piece of ass I didn't have to pay for."They all chuckled. "Oh, you'll pay for it. But at least this way your wife won't find out."I ducked behind one of the curtains. I hated these galas. They were nothing more than opportunities for my heartless parents to lie to the masses of New Trenadie. For dirty deals to be made. I held my breath as the men walked by. "That Penn snatch was a lot tighter than I'd thought
"Is there anything else you need from us?" I asked DA Jerrod Wright. He looked at the mountain of paperwork on his desk. A slight frown marred the skin between his brows. "Got any extra time you can lend me? I think a full month would do it."I shook my head. Far too familiar with the pressure of deadlines. "Even if I did, I'm not sure I'd just give it away."Wright looked up. Smiled. "I wouldn't blame you." He shook his head. "No. With the copy of the recording and everything else we're finding on the drives from the bunker, this case will likely never see an actual criminal courtroom. If you decide to file criminal charges against the hospital, let me know."He looked at Willow. "Are you okay to give your statement now?" He very carefully kept his gaze on her. She nodded. "I'm not sure how much more I can tell you about before. I've done quite a bit to push it from my mind. Most of the salient information is going to be in the copies from Nico."Wright stuck a finger up
I smiled at Daphne. She smiled back, nodded. "I'd like to speak to you privately once we both have some free time. Is that okay?"I nodded. "Yes, whenever you're ready, I'll make time."She smiled again before turning to address the whole room. "First, sorry to my son and Willow for commandeering your home. Second, what I'm about to tell you must never be spoken of outside of these four walls or I could lose my job."All the Amatuccis smiled and nodded."We know how to keep secrets, Momma Penn," Momma said.Daphne jolted. "Sheridan. Mrs. Sheridan.""She didn't mea-" I began. Momma waved me off. "I am sorry, Momma Sheridan. I did not mean to cause you pain."Daphne chuckled awkwardly. "I haven't used Ryker's surname since my divorce was final. You just startled me." She waved that away. "Next order of business, I need to know if Antonia de Silva is dead. The progression of the rest of this meeting hinges on that answer.""She is dead," Mas answered. Daphne le
I crept along the rooftop. The target was staying in the long term suites across the road. It was our first night, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders the farther we got from New Trenadie. The next moment, I crashed to the roof's floor. "Damn it." She snickered. "Still a sucky spy, Raphael." She slid her body over mine.I sucked in a breath. Nodded. Hell, I practically begged her for it. But without words. When she got that tone, my words were not necessary. She smiled. "I'm not going to beat you to death. Nor am I going to stuff you into a padded room." She bent down, flicked her tongue over my lips. "But I will tie you up, spank you, flog you, fuck you, and then make you do it all over again. My dick went to iron between her legs. Her laugh was husky. "I'm keeping you, Raphael. Do you understand me?"My heart settled. Skipped a beat. "Yes, Mistress."The end.
My phone dinged with a new incoming text message. Considering my phone had been going off since the wee hours of the morning with Willow and Ryker announcing the baby was finally coming, I was tempted to just shut it off. But it could be something important. And since Angelo and I were at home with the other babies, it fell to us to make sure we kept everything running as it should. I grabbed the phone. Unlocked the screen. A video message popped up. Raphael and his girl, Nia. Their heads mushed together to get into frame. "Momma, I have to leave. But I wanted to tell you I love you. And thank you for everything. I will let you know when I get back." Nia smiled. "I'll keep him safe, Momma. I swear it.""Bye, Momma," they said together before they ended the call.I smiled even as tears filled my eyes. Angelo looked up at me from his spot on the bed. He was restrained, a ball gag in his mouth. I held the crop up high. "Our last baby is finally happy, Angelo." I s
Two weeks later I glared at the woman on the table. "I still don't know why I have to be here. I barely know you."Willow snorted. "Because you're scarier than anyone else in my family. And I don't want those doctors trying to get all bitchyyyyyyyy." Another contraction hit her. She clamped down on my hand hard enough that I thought I was going to need surgery to remove the bones from each other. And this little firecracker had more strength inside her than her grip would show. Raphael had told me some of her story. She'd told me the rest of it. A ritual the Amatucci women apparently indulged in was something called Girls' Night. Really it was a bunch of drinking, talking about sex, and watching movies while we ate enough of Willow's confectionaries to give ourselves diabetes. Willow blew out a breath. "Ryker can't handle seeing me in this kind of pain, so he has to stay out in the lobby with the rest of them. You're second chair." She panted. Demanded some ice chips.
Three days laterWalking into my parents house when they didn't know I was alive was a risky thing. A multitude of crappy things could happen. Not the least of which was Momma killing me for real this time. Or Papa crying. Or either of them fainting."Go on," Nia said as she shoved me forward gently. "You're already here. Just go into the kitchen. Nik said she told them to wait for her in the kitchen."I nodded, felt my palms go clammy as my breath backed up in my lungs. This could go terribly wrong. So fucking horribly wrong. Man up, Si, that no longer too small voice said inside me. Since I'd been actively listening to it more, he wasn't so easy to shut up. Even when I wanted to. Thankfully, the nasty bitch who lived inside me was getting fainter. Although he could still throw a temper tantrum to beat a two year old. "I'm right here. And I'll be right here the whole time. They've waited long enough, Raphael." She nudged me again. Even as bile rushed up the back o
We all stood in the kitchen, guzzling water by the gallon. I hadn't been this dehydrated since the last time I got in trouble at Petter Manor. But at least this time it was due to happy tears and reunification. Raphael sat and watched it all. Just absorbed it. But he never got so far away I couldn't touch him. That I even needed to touch him still blew my mind. But I wasn't going to question it. He helped steady me when it felt like everything inside me and around me was bending and flexing too fast for me to catch up. "What are your plans for tomorrow?" Liam asked as he finished his third glass of water. "Tomorrow is the gala. I'm going to string Anders up-the guy who had you kidnapped again. I'm going to tell everyone the Petters have been blackmailing and abusing and paying off that the Petters are dead and gone. That they're all on watch." I studied Liam and Lilly. It blew my mind that they had gone into the government side of this dirty world. That they willingly put t
Nia came over to me while I was helping drag some bodies away. "Hey Raphael, can you come with me, please?"Foster grunted at me as we got the body up on the catering cart. "Go. I've got this." I nodded, turned back to Nia. "Sure, Nia." She took my hand and we walked from the room. Her hand was trembling in mine. It was only the slightest degree, but it might as well have registered on the seismic scale. "You good?" I asked her softly as we walked down a set of stairs. She said nothing, made no movements except to keep walking. I pulled her to a stop. Made her look at me. "Are you good?" I asked again. Her eyes were wide, as if she were trying to stave off the tears. "Amelie and Anton..." she blew out a breath. "They're t-""The only two people you love in this world." I smiled sadly. "I know, Nia."Her eyelids fluttered shut as a tear escaped down her cheek. Her breath was shaky as she exhaled. "I got them away from here. Put them in with a good woman with a hu
Day before the gala "Charlie team in position," the man's voice came through the little earbud I wore in my right ear. I kept a tight hold on my fear. My relief. My heart. All of the planning, all of the tears, all of the arguments. It all came down to this. "Delta team in position," Raphael said through my ear. "Foxtrot team in position," another voice said. I still wasn't quite sure who was who by their voice, but I'd done an okayish job of remembering names and faces. The fact that I had a team full of women with me made me like the Amatuccis even more. They didn't discriminate. If someone had the skill and the drive to join the security teams, they were given a position. "Estrogen team in position," I said. A series of clicks came through the earbud. I'd made a single joke about Echo team being full of vaginas. They called us the Estro team now. Since we were collectively badass, I didn't really care what they called us as long as it wasn't disrespectful. "A
Her babies? She had kids? I shook my head. Knew there had to be a different story, but I needed to get her back with me to learn it. I set her down on the chair. Pushed her head down between her knees. "Breathe, Nia." I made my voice hard. As hard as I dared when all I wanted to do was cuddle her up and carry her away. Nowhere was my fierce and strong Dominant. Right now, she was a broken, hurting woman. I would hold her together until she could find herself again. Ivan came rushing into the room, his gun drawn. He lifted it to the ceiling when he saw what was going on. One of his brows rose in question.I gave him a brief rundown of what I knew. Which was damn little. I shrugged when I was out of information to share. Mas came hopping in behind Ivan. He didn't have a weapon, but he did have concern etched on his face. "Who the hell are you?" a voice said from behind me. I whirled around, putting Nia behind my body as I faced the threat that shouldn't be there. A
After rushing through the shower and the delicious meal that Raphael put together for breakfast, I walked into the space Ivan and Klara had set up for me. Everything was as I left it, but that didn't mean a whole lot. Especially in a place I didn't control one hundred percent. Brushing the weird vibe away, I walked to the computer. Booted everything up. Once it was up and running, I went through my process of accessing my cloud accounts. Jasper had set some up for me that weren't the typical commercial kind. Luckily, I'd memorized the process, or I'd be up a creek with zero paddle at the moment. A ReadMe file was highlighted when I got all the way into my account. I right clicked, read through the metadata how Jasper showed me. Recognizing his signature, I opened the file. Ms. Flower~I've attached all of the information I could find re Cucumber Butt and Pretty Mean. You'll find them in the associated files.I snickered at Jasper's sense of humor. That kid was a genius and