As we turned into the eclectic part of New Trenadie, I sucked on my soda. Grimaced at all the sugar. But I did have to admit that my brain wasn't as foggy and my body wasn't super angry at me yet. I would toss back this whole thing if it meant I didn't get the body aches and headaches I usually did with my panic attacks. I smiled as we drove down the street. Bakers Dozen was so named because it was literally a small neighborhood of thirteen homes. Each one was different like getting a baker's dozen premium cookies, cupcakes, or donuts. No cookie cutter homes here. Which would have been even punnier, but much less visually interesting.Luckily each home was as unique as a fingerprint. There was a Frank Lloyd Wright-inspired house. One that looked like a gingerbread house with some of the most elaborate molding I'd ever seen. If there was a kind of house that stood out from the others in style and design, there was one of them here. As for Turo's house, it was severely modern. Hu
Friday morning"Come on. We can go sign the paper and get the keys." I was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas morning. And hell, it practically was Christmas morning for me. Ms. Goldie had called, Willow's ring was ready. Then Scott called. The closing was this afternoon. My girl came out of the bathroom. Her hair was in a weird ball of knots on the top of her head. She glared at me. "Do you have any chocolate?"My eyes widened. Oh shit. I slowly shook my head.Her eyes narrowed down to slits. "We're stopping for chocolate on the way.""Sure, cupcake. Anything you say." She nodded at me, walked to the suitcase. She lifted up everything she'd brought. Even some of the clothes she'd already worn. She threw everything back in it after a short minute and loosed a loud snarl. "Give me some pants."I looked at her suitcase. "Which ones do you want?"Her eyes got really wide, went damp. "Some of yours."I jumped to my bag. Ripped some sleep pants out of the botto
The party was stunning. This year's theme was Gold. The fiftieth anniversary of the Chase Foundation. I bit back the rage that wanted to fire from my mouth. It wasn't quite time. Ryker scooted out of the limo, turned and helped me out. Paparazzi and the media were everywhere. The blinding glare of their flashes caused me to grip Ryker's hand so I could walk when I couldn't see where I was going. A long line of party waiters stood between the guests and the cameras."Willow Chase! How many years has it been since you've been to your parents' gala?" someone shouted."Willow! Who are you wearing?" a shrill female voice asked."Willow, where have you been hiding?""Ryker, do you have any comment on the police presence at Penn Towers?""Willow, where's your ex-husband?"I clenched my hand in Ryker's as the last question landed. These vultures were only interested in eliciting a reaction. I was bound and determined that the only reactions they'd be getting from me was triumph
I stuck my head out the door, looked both directions. When it was clear, I pulled her from the depths. I smiled. She was the absolute best thing that had ever happened to me. If I didn't hate the bastard with a fiery passion in my soul, I'd probably thank Ethan Errington. But that was beyond my ability. Escorting the sexiest woman back to the party, we ran into Jessa and Nico and Nik and Turo as they came in. I glanced at my watch. Raised my brows at Nico.He rolled his eyes. "Women."Willow snorted. "Men," she said it with the exact same inflection. Jessa and Nik laughed. "You'd think it was our fault, but he had to change his tux twice so it would be the same undertone' as Jessa's dress," Nik said. She made air quotes around the appropriate words. Turo nodded. "It's disgusting. He has more clothes than most women."Nico stuck his nose in the air. "Can I get a drink now, please?"I looked over the people I'd claimed as my family. Jessa and Nico were a striking couple
I swallowed as I blinked against the glaring lights. "Hi. I'm Willow." She gave a little wave. The crowd chuckled. Called out, "Hi Willow" like we were on some kind of ridiculous Saturday morning kids' show. She chuckled. "Winslow and Beverly are correct. I've a new man, and, boy, do we have some news to share. Buckle your seatbelts."The lights dimmed dramatically. "As Winslow stated, I was married to Ethan Errington. Winslow and Beverly actually set us up."The crowd gave a joint ah.' Fuckers. My smile was brittle. "What I recently found out was that they paid him ten million dollars to do it."The crowd didn't laugh or give any cutesy little audience participation lines. "Willow, what in heaven's name are you talking about?" Beverly said, motherly shame sharp in her voice. I smiled out at the crowd. That was Nik's cue. The screen behind me went live. I blocked out the sound of Ethan's voice as he himself declared that my creation donors had paid him. Turo
My chest swelled with pride as Willow, Jessa, and Tali all gathered on the stage. "Taylor Pankoswki, age fourteen," Willow said, her voice strong. A picture showed on the screen behind us. A young girl who had seen too much life in her years. Her blue eyes were hazy, her brown hair hung in straggles down her face.A woman in the crowd screamed. "That's my baby. That monster had my baby?""Born January 14, 2006. Died -"The woman shouted and wailed.Tali's fists clenched. "Died June 28, 2019.""Cause of death: traumatic blood loss," Jessa said. The woman collapsed into tears and grief. Several around her either moved to help comfort her or stepped away. Their gazes lowered, their shoulders hunched. The guilty would out themselves by the time this was done. The next picture was displayed. The group of gathered monsters and innocents sucked in a collective breath. "Marigold Lightfoot, age fifty-five." Willow didn't take her gaze off the crowd. Blue eyes, red hair, ro
Two days laterI hugged Daphne. "Are you sure you don't want to stay any longer? I know Corrie would like you to," I said with an eyebrow wiggle.Daphne laughed. "That girl would sit at Massimo's feet for the rest of their natural lives. No, we're leaving. She has to get back to school on Monday, just like the normal girl she's trying to be."I smiled. "Well, tell her I tried." Daphne smiled. "I'll do that." She looked around the two-story foyer of our new home. "You know, I never really thought about Ryker living anywhere other than in the Towers." She turned back to me. "But this suits him. Suits both of you."I smiled. "And I can't thank you enough for wrangling the team of movers. That was a huge blessing that I'll never be able to repay you for."Her smile went soft. "You give him the love, support, protection, and care that I could never find within myself. If there is someone who can't repay a blessing, it's me to you. I hope I'm doing better with Corrie, but I know
Next weekend"Archie, you look so handsome," Grams said as she came into the room on Baxter's arm. Baxter helped her to a chair. "That's Ryker, Alda. He's your grandson."My heart ached for a moment. I'd been hoping she would have a good day. A day she'd never forget. I guess it had been a bit of a pipe dream. Dementia didn't discriminate on stealing memories. It eventually stole them all and it was a greedy bitch. Grams' face clouded for a second. Then her green eyes brightened. "I know my own boy, Baxie. Stop fussing. Go away now." She slapped at the man's arm. "I need to impart some wisdom on him."I nodded at Baxter. He walked back to the door, but didn't leave. "What's up, Grams?"She looked up at me. "I can see that you're happy. Which is good. But you need to know that marriage is more than just the happy. It's the boring, the normal, the sad, the horrible."I squatted down, took her hand. "I know that, you old bird. I thought you were going to tell me something
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