An ear-piercing scream had me jumping to my feet, fists ready before my brain could catch up. I blinked my eyes clear as another scream shattered the silence. Willow.I burst into the loft, expecting to see someone standing over her, a knife brandished in the low light. But it was just her. Still on the couch, huddled under her blanket. The low light from over the stove didn't cast a lot of illumination. "Please don't. Please don't hurt her. I'll try, Ethan. Please, she's just a little girl." The words sobbed from her chest as I crept closer to her spot on the sofa. She was flat on her back, arms down at her sides. Her beautiful eyes were open wide, but blind and shuttered as she watched the horror only she could see. "Willow?"She jerked. Tried to sink further into the cushions that supported her. "Shh, baby. Shh. Go somewhere else in your mind, okay. He can't hurt you in your mind." Her hand twitched by her side as if she were trying to pet someone's head. Only her fi
I scrambled to pull the boyshorts up my legs before he came back in the room. Getting my dress off and my tank on had taken entirely too much of the one minute he'd given me. With a wince, I crashed back onto the bed as I heard his footsteps reach the outside of my doorway.Holy cannoli that had been close. "Where are your extra towels?" he asked.I looked over at him. He was stirring something in a bowl, his gaze fixed to my body. And not my legs. I glared at him. Not that he noticed. I snapped my fingers. Waited until he raised his gaze to my eyes. "Friends, Ten. Friends."He grimaced and glared. "I already hate that nickname. Towels?"I pointed him back towards the bathroom. "Same cabinet, lower right." I was keeping that nickname until a better one came along. It was so very fitting. In a number of ways. Ryker came back out of the bathroom. A towel draped over one arm, a glass bowl with something white in it. He set both on the floor next to my bed. Reaching dow
I bit my lip as she wiggled and slithered around on the bed. She was going to drive me fucking bonkers. Her moans had me believing in angels. Forcing myself to keep the pressure light, correct, was the worst lesson in self-control I'd had in at least a decade. Her pelvis dipped low and bumped up as I tried to keep being her friend. Think of Grams. Think of Grams. Think of Grams. Treat her like a princess. Grams' sweet voice in my head helped clear the lust that was as thick as the lotion I was using on Willow. Sweet fuck, let this be over soon. Her left leg pushed into my hip. Shit. Her other leg. Not to mention the backs of her legs. I was going to implode. Or die. Can someone die from blue balls? Is that a thing?It had started out fine. Very platonic. I could feel the fluid sitting just beneath her skin. Felt it move out of the way under the light force of my hands. Her skin was losing that puffiness that accompanied the purple and blue colors. At least in her lower
I hurried to sit up. My body was mostly mush, so it took a hot minute. I grabbed onto Ryker's leg to help. He shoved me away like I was a leper.I fell back against the pillows. "Minus five points," I said under my breath. "Jerk."He sighed, reached over, and helped me sit. "Can I have them back now?"I narrowed my eyes at him. "Maybe.""What are you two whispering about? Why is Ryker on your bed?" Tali asked, arms crossed, one hip popped out. She tapped her long red nails against her opposite arm. "I'm waiting.""He was helping me with my legs. Apparently there's a type of massage that helps move fluid around. Lymphatic massage." I looked at Rafe, glared. "At least he didn't drug me."Rafe ducked his head, scooted away from the doorway. "That's not going to save you, Rafe. We're going to have words, you and me," I yelled after him. I looked at the other Amatucci siblings. "How's Momma?"Tali shook her head. "Nope. Still on you and Ryker."I rolled my eyes. "He
I slammed the car door behind me as I slid into the driver's seat. Curling my fingers around the wheel, I gripped it so hard my knuckles turned white as a cramp spasmed through my palm. What the fuck had I been thinking? I wanted to hit something. Kick it. Beat it to a bloody pulp. If my own ass had been within reach, I would have laid me out. I'd been so close to getting her under me. Had it not been for my big stupid mouth, the next time I met up with Willow, I could have closed the deal. But no, Domenico came in. All but pissed on her to claim his territory and I'd snapped. She'd been calling my name, moaning under my hands. She was fucking mine!I stabbed the button to turn the car on. Waited for the systems check before gunning it. I headed out of the parking garage. Turned so fast, my tires squealed. Fury blinded me as I shot down the street. When I almost took out a nice couple too wrapped up in each other to notice the silent bullet of my Tesla firing down the street
"Chase, you've got a visitor," Tali called from the door. I looked up at the clock over the oven. Shit. I hadn't planned on losing that much time to baking. I grabbed the hotpads and pulled the cupcakes from the fiery depths of the oven. "Let him in, Tali. Thanks," I called. I eased the cupcakes from the pan and settled them on a cooling rack. I still needed to get the frosting put together. Hopefully this affidavit nonsense didn't take too long. I turned around and eyed my official visitor. He was one of those guys who was utterly forgettable. Poor thing. "Come on in. Can I get you anything to drink? Dom should be here soon."The DA's assistant tugged at his tie. "No, ma'am, but thank you. It sure smells good in here."I smiled. "Thank you, and please call me Willow. I'm not old enough to be a ma'am yet."He smiled politely as he set his briefcase down on the high top counter section of the kitchen island. "What are you making?" He gave a dramatic sniff of the room.
You're one hell of a kisser, Ryker. You should come with a warning label. Her words banged around my mind like they were the steel sphere in a vintage pinball machine. Her lips had been everything I thought they would be. Decadent, plush, velvety. What hadn't been in the top ten descriptors I'd come up with for her mouth: Uninterested. But that's exactly what I'd felt from her. As if she'd been locked away behind a frozen sheet of glass, I hadn't been able to reach her. Get her to respond. Get her involved. Nothing like the moaning woman from last night who'd all but writhed in my arms. Or called me last night to check on me. The doors slid closed, cutting her off from my view. What the fuck had just happened? I replayed the whole scene again. She'd been right there with me. Edgy as fuck, her breathing uneven, her body sending all the right signals. I hadn't been imagining them or misreading them. I banged my forehead softly against the stainless-steel elevator doors. I'd f
It was a good thing I had an industrial sized mixer. I would have beaten the cake batter into unusable lumps if I'd had to do it all by hand. Instead, I sat back and glared at the mechanical arm that sliced through the batter like it was a hot knife through butter. Shame and embarrassment slid through me again. My stomach soured as I thought of the idiot I'd made of myself. Now, I was going to have to act like we could still be friends. That I hadn't insulted him with my disappearing act.I shuddered as the humiliation surged through me again. The black hole that lived inside me grew and pulsed as my inner asshole rose to vibrant life. No one will love you. How can they? You're a murderer. You helped a serial killer destroy countless lives. You killed daughters, sisters, mothers, aunts, cousins. You're worthless. He should've just killed you. Then all those other women and girls would still be alive. They're better than you. Even as society's trash, they were better than you.
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