As I lay on the table while the giant donut machine made images of my body, I treasured the knowledge that Ryker loved me. He knew every part of me, the ugly, the dark, the broken, and he still said he loved me. Except for the Amatucci family, no one had ever said those words to me. Not my parents. Certainly not Ethan. Not even during our dating stage. I'd said it to him, but I had been in love with an illusion. I'd never gotten to know the real Ethan. Not really. From start to finish, he'd been a chameleon. Never trusting anyone to reveal his true self too. I snorted. Probably a good thing, that. Although, if he'd been locked up earlier in life, I wouldn't be so crazy. I also wouldn't have met Ryker. The thought blew through my mind with all the subtlety of a spring tornado in Kansas. Because of Ethan, I met Ryker. Because of Ethan, I was keeping Ryker. Thanking my goddess for her divine intervention, I yawned as the machine gave another whir. The lights had been lowere
"Just answer the damn question, Nico," I growled as I got my pants zipped up. "It shouldn't be a hard one."He was quiet on the other side of the room. I pushed the flimsy curtain aside, winced when the action tugged at my stitches. "Well?"He was sitting in one of the visitor chairs. Certainly better than the ones found at General Mercy, but they were still just visitor chairs. The man looked like he'd been welded into the damn thing, he was so still. I walked towards him. Snapped my fingers to get his attention. "Nico?"He scrubbed his hands over his face. "What the fuck do you want me to say, Penn? My guys went to the accident site. Your Rover was towed. They tracked it down. Four fucking bullet holes." His body shuddered as his swarthy skin went pale. "She could have died. Hell, you could have died. And while I wouldn't have cared as much about you, I know she does."I snorted. "Thanks, man. I'm feeling the love."He flipped me off. "We need those dossiers Nik put t
I looked Ryker up and down. He's back in his bloody clothes he came in with. His face is white. "Hey." I reached out for his hand. "Do you need to sit down? You look like you're about to pass out."He took my hand, yanked me into his arms. "I'll kill her if she touches you." His voice was a rumble through his chest as his breath moved through the strands of my hair. "I'm glad. I'll kill her if she touches you, too." I swallowed. "Just for clarification, who is she?""Antonia de Silva."I jolted. "Silva. Like Sylvia? The woman Angela was going on about?"He just hugged me tighter. "I guess. We're going to take Antonia off the map, so let's hope it's the same woman. Otherwise, we'll have two bodies to vanish."I pulled back from his arms enough to look up into his face. "What are you talking about?"Ryker licked his lips, nodded. "Yeah. You need to know. All of it." He pulled me over to the hospital, sat down on the edge of it. Tugged me over to lean next to him. The fa
Seeing my Grams out of her bed for the first time in over a year should have had me jumping up and down. It probably would have-were it not for Willow in my lap. And the reason we had to move my Grams at all. Fucking Antonia de Silva. My raging erection died like someone had dunked me in ice water. A bit abrupt, but it certainly got the job done. I eased Willow up off my lap. Bonus for the dead erection. Not scaring Grams with the fact that I was ready to mount up and ride Willow like she was my favorite horse couldn't be over-appreciated. I pushed to my feet. "Hey, lady. Where do you think you're going?" I looked down at her. Her emerald eyes were sparkling under the bright lights of the hospital room. She chuckled. Shook her silvered, coiffed head. "If you think we're going to chat about my being out of bed instead of that sweet young thing you all but dumped from your lap, you've got another think coming." She reached out a hand. Heavily veined and covered with delica
I waited while Ryker got the rest of his stuff together. I was going to burn those blood-soaked clothes the moment I got a chance. I didn't care if they were his favorites. Burn pile. My brand new phone buzzed in my hand. I looked down at the screen. Not recognizing the number, I let it go to voicemail. Just minutes with a new phone and already being attacked by telemarketers. Jerks.The buzzing stopped. Only to start back up again. I looked down again. Same number. "Hero, do you know this number?" I turned the screen towards him. He bent down, glared at the screen. Shook his head. "No." He put his palm out. I rolled my eyes but slapped the phone into his palm. He hit the connect button, stabbed for the speaker phone. "Who the fuck is this?" he said in lieu of an actual human greeting. "Um, I'm calling for Ms. Willow Chase." The voice on the other end was a shaky male voice I didn't know. I looked up at Ryker, shook my head. "You've got three seconds before I tear y
I groaned as I turned over in Willow's bed that night. The thing was big. It was not comfy. How I'd missed how lumpy and firm it was the first night I stayed here, I had no flipping idea. But this was pure torture. "Would you stop moving around? It's a bed, not a jungle gym," she whined at me. I snorted. "You're a trust fund baby, have a stellar bakery, and you sleep on a piece of shit bed. How is that even possible?" If I was going to suffer, I was at least going to have her in my arms while I did. I snaked out my arms, pulled her into me. Sighed as a feeling of peace finally washed over me. She laughed, her breath washing over the skin at my neck. "Because I'm not a giant man-beast?"That was it. I rolled us over so I was hovering over her body in the dark. "Man-beast? I'll show you man-beast.""Show me, hero. Show me." She slid her hands up and into my hair. If I wasn't mistaken, I heard a smile in her voice. Through all of the shit that had rained down on her life i
The weight of his body on mine. The fierce need I had to take care of him. Show him my love...it all threatened to overwhelm me. "Now. Ryker. Teach me now," I said. I felt like I was going to explode into a million little pieces and implode all at the same time. He pushed up off my body, shed his sleep pants and boxer briefs. By the cold light of his flashlight, I saw the long, muscular lines of his body. Everything about him spoke of power. Dominance. Control. And he was going to let me give him pleasure. A bubbly feeling invaded my belly at the thought. I wanted to send him up in flames like he did to me so easily. I wanted to control the passion in his body. To force the knowledge on him that it was me who touched him. Who cherished him. Who loved him. In whatever way he found acceptable.From now until forever, it would always be me. He helped me sit up. The slight pinch and pull of my right leg just another sensation to add to the mix floating through my brain and bo
The musky scent of her body called to me. Like a fucking bee to honey, I was helpless to resist her. Coming down off the best blow job I'd ever been lucky enough to receive, I needed to make this good for her. To flood her senses with the kind of pleasure she'd just given me. I kissed her lightly covered cunt. As I wondered if she'd ever let me wax her, using the fingers of one hand, I spread her lower lips apart. Her clit was already engorged, swollen. Ready for me. Closing my mouth over the little nub, I created a vacuum around it as I flicked it quickly with my tongue. Her pelvis rocked up towards my mouth as a sharp cry rose from her lips. I bit her clit softly. I pulled back slightly. "I'm going to gag you if you keep that level of noise up." My smile would have given me away, but she wasn't looking at me. I bit her clit again. Chuckled darkly as the next scream poured through the room. I used my thumb and pushed at her opening. She was so tight it was a struggle to ge
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