"Nest to Exfil Two. Nest to Exfil Two," Arkady's voice sounded in my head. "Exfil Two, copy. Go ahead Nest," Striker said. "Targets are at secondary location. Counselor, Fancy Pants, and Rogue are en route."I looked at Striker, gave him a nod. "Exfil Two en route to secondary, Nest.""Copy that, Exfil Two. Nest, out."I couldn't get anyone to hear me over the sound of the waves, so I just held my tongue. If something was happening to the girls, I was definitely going to be there. The fact that Nico and Foster were heading there didn't bode well. Using sign language, I asked Striker, How long?He shot me what looked like a thumbs up. In American Sign Language, it was the number ten. I nodded. I could hold out for ten more minutes. Hopefully. If someone thought to hurt my baby or Jaz, they were going to be in for a very rude awakening.
We rocked up to the secondary house. With the interior lights off in the SUV, we all exited the vehicle. I made sure to make as little noise as humanly possible. Although, given the four of us, it was definitely me who could be heard over the still sounds of the night. Foster handed me a gun as we all met at the front door. "I'll go in first. Two second delay."Everyone nodded and lined up. All around us, the night was still and calm. It made the hair on the back of my neck rise up as chill bumps raced down my spine. And it wasn't because of the temperature. Something was very wrong.We made our way down the cobble path, our faint shadows the only witnesses to our journey. Right at this moment in time, I was wishing I had thought to grab up a set of the comms. Flying by the seat of my pants was never something I aspired to. Clear, concise, thought out plans were my bywords. Foster eased against the side of the house. I took up point on the other side. Kara and Tore stoo
Faint shouts came from the back of the house. Amara had fainted in my arms, exhaustion weighed down her delicate features in the purplish splotches of color under her sunflower blue eyes. Everything inside me fought against handing her off to someone else, but my daughter wasn't the only person we needed to save. Handing her to Marco, I pulled my gun from my holster and made my way to the back of the house. Inhuman shrieks sliced through the air just as what felt and sounded like thunder crashed down the steps. With a prayer to the heavens, I started making my way down the stairs. At the base of them, I saw a confusing pile of limbs, dark clothes, what looked like a white blanket, and a spreading pile of blood. "Get them up. Get them up," Foster barked. "Doc, get her prepped. We're out of time. I'll make sure she stays down this time."I rushed down the rest of the steps, hoped Foster wouldn't shoot me. I couldn't exactly announce my presence in a way he would understand. Ju
The ringing of my phone pulled me out of a sound sleep. Slapping at the infernal buzzing, I managed to catch it before it fell off. Foster's name showed up on my screen. My heart started racing as my chest clenched. "Foster," I said."Nico's been stabbed. Four times. The doctors are working on your sister. We can't get the bleeding to stop in one of the wounds."I shot up in bed as everything washed from my mind but the problem that was in front of me. "I need a picture. I can't help without looking at it.""Video calling."I flicked the button and bit back a scream. Thrusting the blankets back, I got out of bed. Ran from the room. "MAGS!"The house erupted into chaos. Mags met me in the hallway, looking wide awake even in her rubber ducky jammies. I gave her a rundown, told her what I needed. She shoved me towards the conference room. "We'll get you set up, keep talking." She pulled her phone from her pocket. What she said was lost as I focused back on Foster.
Seven hours later, we rushed into the hospital. Momma and Papa hot on my heels. "Domenico Amatucci," I said to the charge nurse in the Emergency Department. "Relationship?" she asked in a bored tone of voice. "Fiancée; these are his parents." I gestured to Momma and Papa. "Third floor, recovery."She was still speaking when I raced for the elevator sign I'd seen on our mad dash in. Jumping into the elevator, I slapped the OPEN button to hold the car for Momma and Papa. They rushed in behind me."You're so fast, figlia," Papa said, his breath panting. "I'm on a mission, Papa. No one's stopping me today." I counted the floors as they were highlighted over the door. As soon as the elevator car rocked to a gentle halt, I was pulling on the doors to get them to open. Following the signs that Momma translated for me, I made my way to the next nurses' station. "Domenico Amatucci. I'm his fiancée and these are his parents." I didn't give her time to delay me. "Room 325."
Standing in the hospital room and holding the baby of my sister was almost more than my heart could handle. The little girl was the picture of health. The glow of health shone from her pristine skin. Sparkled in her stunning blue eyes when she could be bothered to open them. Her snuggles warmed my soul and captured my spirit. "Want to hold her?" I asked Willow. "You need to get some practice in."Willow's eyes widened. She nodded. Shook out her hands. "Yeah." She nodded. "Yeah, that would be good.""Do you want to stand or sit?" I asked her. Willow looked at Ryker. His eyes widened as he shook his head. "I've never held a newborn. I'll be sitting through mine."Willow's laugh was a little strained. "I'll sit, too."Walking over to them, I put the baby in Willow's arms. Helped her adjust her hold. "You're a natural, momma."Willow's entire face relaxed and a sense of wonder filled her mossy green eyes. "She's perfect."I nodded, even though she wasn't looking at me.
I blinked against the low light. Wondered if this was heaven. Since there were no hot women in scanty clothes, I was going to go with no. "Hey, Counselor," Jessa said softly. I turned my head, felt everything inside me bunch and relax. "This is even better than heaven."Her smile was drenched in tears, but she shook her head. "No. Just the VIP room in an Italian hospital." She grabbed my hand, wrapped hers around it. "You scared me, Dom."My heart pinched. She rarely called me that. I could count on one hand the number of times it had passed her lips. "I had to save Jaz. I promised you I would." My mouth felt like it was full of cotton and metal shavings. I tried to swallow. Felt my throat catch. Jessa reached to the bedside table. Grabbed up a cup. When she dipped her fingers in its depths, she came back out with an ice chip. She slid it between my lips. Sighing, she put the cup back down. "You're more important than her. Than her baby." She grabbed up my hand again
Two months laterJessa slapped at me in the dark. "Your turn," she said right before she shoved her face into the pillow again. Rubbing a hand down my face, I got out of bed. Walked down the hall to the nursery and found Carys wailing, her little face red and pinched. "Hey, Care Bear, come on. Daddy's here." I lifted her up and out of the crib. "Sh, sh, sh." I bounced her as I walked out of the room and into the kitchen. Tapping out the right amount of formula, I put it in the prefilled bottle and started shaking it up. Once it looked pretty even, I took off the cap, and walked into the living room. Settling down in one of the new rocking recliners, I angled Carys down into my arm and gave her the bottle. She was beautiful. As beautiful as her mother-both of them. Pictures of Jaz arrived every week as she acclimated to being in the inpatient facility. No longer was she the gaunt, under fed almost feral beast we'd rescued from the facility. Now, she was getting regular shower
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