Life is funny. You work so hard to make a good life and then one day it all gets ripped out from underneath of you. All you can do is rebuild, but again, life throws out curve balls, and you find yourself sinking deeper and deeper. This is my life. It hasn’t always been a struggle. My life used to be great. I had family who loved me unconditionally and I made friends everywhere I went. My best friend was always there for me no matter what, he was my rock...until he wasn’t. His parents split up and they moved away at the end of Knox’s junior year. I never heard from him again.
These days I am on my own, trying to make ends meet. College was a no go for me because I needed to work. At twenty-four, all I’ve been able to do is work low-paying jobs. After losing my father to a car accident my sophomore year of high school, I had to find work to help my mom pay the bills. My father’s life insurance policy didn’t pay out due to the insurance company believing that my father caused the crash on purpose. They believed him to be suicidal, but we all knew him better than that. My father would never take his life, or any other life for that matter. So, without the life insurance, it didn’t take long to go through my parent’s savings. In the end, we ended up losing the house and had to sell most of our stuff. We found ourselves in a low-income apartment on the bad side of town. The side of town that anyone with a brain would stay far away from. Drug deals on every corner, shootings every other day, and I can’t forget the working girls who put themselves out there all day long trying to make a few dollars just so they can pay their pimp. It’s what dreams are made of…not. Mom took up cleaning houses and was usually gone most of the day. I’d come home, change my clothes, and head over to the local grocery store for a few hours. By the time I get home, my mother was usually there with a little supper waiting for me. It was never much, but it kept me somewhat fed. After supper, I would do my homework and then go to bed just so I could do it all again the nextday. I didn’t have time for friends or hobbies. It was just my mom and me against the big cruel world. Just over a year ago, mom was walking home from the train station and got caught up in a drive-by shooting. Two bullets struck her. One was just a shoulder wound, but the second pierced her head. She’s been in a coma ever since. In the beginning, the doctors said that there may be a slight chance that she could wake up, but lately they have been telling me that after all this time, she most likely won’t. I can’t let go…not yet. I’ve heard of people being in a coma for years and then one day they just wake up. My mom is all I have. People tend to disappear from my life, leaving me all alone. I’ve come to terms with that, I still have mom. She is still breathing, so I won’t give up. The crowd is a little rowdy tonight at the dive that I bartend at. Sweaty bodies rub against each other as they try to get the attention of one of us serving the drinks. Kat called in tonight due to having a sick kid at home, so that leaves Dion and myself here to slay the rowdy beasts. Nobody has patience when it comes to getting drunk. The more they drink, the more demanding they are. What’s worse is when they think I will serve them faster if they flirt with me. If anything, I ignore them even when they are calling my name and waving their money around. I pick and choose how I earn my tips. I will not stoop that low as to flirt with just any average Joe. Tonight’s live band was an extremely popular local band, who always brings in a great crowd. Unfortunately, it also brings in all the assholes that think they’re God’s gift to women. The cheesy pick-up lines that I’ve heard over the years could be made into a Book for Dummies…literally. I can’t even deal with half the idiots that think spending their hard-earned money at the bar, with shitty pick-up lines that will lead them to meeting a good woman that they can take home to their mama. At least not at this bar. The only thing they will pick up and take home is an STD. Movement to my left as I’m pouring a whiskey and coke grabs my attention. I look up too late. All I see is the back side of some douchebag that just made off with my jar of tips. I try to run after the guy, but the crowd is too thick, and I end up getting shoved back behind the bar. I’m pissed. The night is almost over, and my jar was full of my hard-earned money. There goes at least a couple hundred bucks that I could have used to pay on some of my mom’s hospital bills. People are cruel. Those are the kind of people that have slowly drained me of my faith in the human race. I used to be happy and friendly with everyone. Now all I want to do is flip off anyone who tries to talk to me. My boss, Frank, who has been hanging out in his back office, finally shows his face behind the bar. I glare at him briefly, before finishing up the whisky and coke, that I was working on before I got robbed. Frank wanders over to where I’m working and watches me work. The guy gives me the creeps, but he’s never tried anything with me, so I deal with it. After giving the customer their change, I turn back towards my boss, catching him staring at my ass. I can’t deal with this shit any more tonight. I throw my hands up in the air, “I’m done for the night, Frank. I’m going home.” Shoving my way past him, I head toward the backroom where we keep our belongings during our shifts. Frank follows closely on my heels, “It’s not two yet. Get your ass back out there!” I swing around on him, “Who’s idea was it to have the Live band here tonight, huh?” I cross my arms, “You wanted them, and yet you sat your lazy ass back in your office while we got hammered!” His face turns red with anger, but I stop him from saying anything by putting my hand in his face, “My jar of tips got stolen tonight because we were too short-handed. I needed that money, Frank!” Frank grabs my purse from the hanger and throws it at me, “You want to leave early? Fine, go ahead. I’ll mail you your last check!” He turns and walks away, not waiting for my response. I stand there with my mouth open for a few seconds before the anger takes over. Before I realize what I’m doing, I find myself standing next to Frank behind the bar. Dion is trying to slip past me carrying a pitcher of beer. I grab the full pitcher and dump it over Frank’s head. Dion gasps and then laughter breaks out from the customers around the bar. “Fuck you, Frank!” I spin and shove my way through the crowd, pushing anyone that gets in my way aside, until I burst through the door and into fresher air.Sunlight filters in through the cracks around my window blinds. I roll over the other way as I groan, cursing at the morning for coming way too soon. Pulling the covers over my head to try and make it dark again for me to fall back to sleep, I kick my legs in a little tantrum when it doesn’t work. My body’s internal clock is telling me to get up before I’m late for work.
I throw the covers off me and stomp to the bathroom, grabbing my robe off its hook behind the door as I go. I turn the water on in the dingy bathtub before pulling the nozzle for the shower. The spray isn’t much but at least I can get clean. Standing under the weak shower spray, I think back to last night and curse. I lean my forehead against the cracked wall and just try to breathe. I needed that job. I don’t know why I let my anger get the best of me, especially in situations like that. I know I took it too far with the boss, and I would have done the same thing if the tables were turned, but I couldn’t help myself. After taking a few moments to just stand under the water and try to relax my body and mind, I shake it all off and continue with my shower. Before too long, I’m dressed and ready to head out to my next job. Housekeeping is not my favorite job, but it does help pay the bills, and now I will have to either pick up some more houses to clean or get more hours at the diner that I work, at as well. Maybe it’s a good thing that I’m not bartending anymore. My schedule was a little hectic, and it’s not like the bar itself was a great establishment, but it did bring in good money at times. The first house on my schedule is a nice elderly couple that my mom used to work for. They are sweet and always makes sure that I have a hearty breakfast before I start my work. The wife greets me as I walk in the back door as she scoops eggs onto a plate. She smiles her greeting and points to the chair at the table, indicating that I need to sit down. I learned not to argue with her over anything, because I will never win. Once I finish the eggs, bacon, and toast, along with a glass of orange juice, I get to work on cleaning up the kitchen. I always bring along ear buds so I can listen to music while I clean. It makes the time go by faster and I feel as though I clean more thoroughly with the background noise. Moving from room to room, I quickly finish with the first house and move on to the next. I have four houses on my schedule for today and with any luck I’ll have a few hours to relax before I’m due to be at the diner.Working on my last house for the day, it’s the most nerve-wracking one. A married couple with three kids under the age of nine, and the wife has OCD. I know, why would anyone with OCD hire someone else to clean their house? I’ve already caught her recleaning a few areas that I’ve cleaned, but I’ve been working for them for the past two years, so I guess I’m still doing a decent job. The Morrison’s are good people, though, and they have always been really nice to me. Sometimes they ask me to babysit for them, but I always have to pass, because I don’t trust myself around little kids. I used to babysit all the time when I was in high school, but the way my attitude has changed over the years, I don’t want to take it out on any child. I like kids, although I doubt I will ever have any of my own. There’s no way I in hell I would want to bring an innocent child into this fucked up world. When I’m done with the Morrison house, I say my goodbyes, and then head to the bus stop. I
It’s Friday. Most normal people would wake up and be happy because it is the end of the work week. Not for this girl. I groan as my alarm starts blaring beside me. It takes me three tries to shut the damn thing off. Finally, I yank the plug out of the wall and the noise stops. It was a late night at the diner after some high schoolers came in and decided to have a food fight. They were sneaky little bastards, being quiet, so they would not get caught. By the time I made my way over to them with their ticket, it had looked like a war zone. I don’t think any of them actually ate. I made them pay and then kicked them out. Lucky for me, Bobby offered to help me clean it up once his kitchen was in order. We were finally locking up by two in the morning. Since it is Friday, the diner stays open until the wee hours of the morning, so the bar patrons can come in for their greasy food cravings. I offered to take Beth’s night shift so she could go out on a date with Erik, a guy she met
After the morning I had, keeping my mind off the disturbing images that are now permanently in my head, is actually not so hard while working the diner. The lunch hour rush was a doozie and now we are heading into the dinner rush. My co-workers got a good laugh at my disastrous morning, and every so often they break out to the Girl on Fire chorus. Why I thought it was a clever idea to tell Patrick and Patty about it is beyond me. I definitely won’t be making that mistake when Bobby comes on shift. “Table nine’s order is up!” Patrick yells from behind the counter. That’s me. I grab a tray and load the four plates on top of it. When I get to the table, I carefully unload the tray. I almost wear the last plate of mac and cheese when the toddler tries standing up on the bench and hits the tray. Luckily, I have been waitressing for years and can handle an out-of-control tray. It doesn’t make me any less annoyed, though. I just put on a smile, and say, “It’s okay, kids will be ki
Of all the days for it to rain, it had to pick my only day off. I usually work at the diner on Sundays, but Patrick closed it down for the day, due to the flu hitting three of the five workers at the diner, himself included. As much as I need the money, the time off is much needed, as well. I have been running myself rugged and need a little reprieve. I allow myself to sleep in until ten in the morning, and then I drag myself out of bed just to sit in front of the television for a few hours, drinking coffee and eating Cocoa Puffs out of the box. By one o’clock the rain has slowed to a drizzle, and I make the decision to visit my mom. Maybe I’ll get lucky and Dr. Hildreth will have a day off. Just once I would like to visit my mother without him accosting me about taking her off life support. I am so thankful that Mr. Sanders fixed the plumbing by the time I got home early Saturday morning. I make quick work washing my body and hair. I do spare a few minutes to shave my leg
Back in my apartment, I let myself drop to the couch face first, “Ouch!” I fumble under my hip and produce my phone. I just lay here in the silent space listening to the traffic outside. A clock is ticking somewhere, not in my apartment, but in a neighbor’s. That is how thin these walls are. There is a cat fight going on somewhere down the street, and a baby crying somewhere. “I hear you, kiddo. I feel the same way.” I realize that I am still holding the card in my hand, so I turn it over and examine it. It is matte black, but the name Scarlett is written in the middle of the card with a phone number below, all in a glossy blood red color. It is sexy in kind of a dark way. I remember the woman telling me that if I ever needed extra cash that I should contact her. I debate on whether or not I should call the number. What if she’s a loan shark? I can’t afford to pay any kind of money back. I can’t do anything illegal either, like sell drugs or be a mule. I shiver at the latt
The bus drops me off a block away from Scarlett’s Treasures at seven-thirty, so I have plenty of time to walk to the auction house and calm my nerves. I don’t know why I am so nervous. I have started new jobs plenty of times in my life. This one should be no different. Maybe it is the unknown part of it. Scarlett wasn’t clear on the phone what the job details are, so I would think anybody would be nervous in my position. The building comes into view. It looks a lot nicer than it did when I googled it. It looks like a really big warehouse except it’s made of brown stone. There doesn’t seem to be any windows in the front of the building, and there is no signage. There are quite a few cars in the parking lot, though, so that can be a good sign, I guess. I see one door at the front of the building, and there is a huge guy with a bald head standing by it, as though he is guarding it. When I walk up to the door, he literally puts his hand up to stop me. I look down at his hand th
Patrick opened the diner back up on Tuesday since both he and Patty were over the sickness. Beth is still under the weather, but because the diner was closed for so long, both Patty and I agreed to work double shifts to help make up the time that we both lost. Things were starting to go back to normal, almost. I still need to find a third job with decent pay. I’m tired of depending on tips. I really wished the auction house were a real auction house and not just a glorified brothel. I’m not judging anyone by any means, I was just really counting on the extra money that Scarlett had mentioned. When I check my phone on my break, there are multiple text messages from Frank, begging me to come back to the bar, and one new voicemail from a number that I do not recognize. I tap in my four-digit code and listen. I recognize Dr. Hildreth’s voice. Rolling my eyes, I am about to delete the message thinking he was going to try convincing me to let mom go, but I am wrong. He wants me t
It is the middle of the week and another long day of working. Dragging myself out of bed, I hop in the shower hoping to wake myself up. I literally catch myself falling back to sleep while washing my hair. How is that even possible? Only getting three to four hours of sleep at night, being on your feet all day, and not eating enough. That is how people fall asleep while washing their hair in the shower. My foggy mirror that the shower steam caused seems like a good representation of my life. I feel like I’m just walking through life without knowing where I am going, because I can’t see where I am going, when I’m in a daze all day long due to lack of sleep. Using my hand, I swipe the mirror, leaving streaks, but I don’t care. Throwing my now dull raven locks up into a messy bun, I proceed to brush my teeth. The face that stares back at me is no longer my own, but a shell of what it used to be. Dark circles hover below my eyes while my cheekbones protrude out due to lack of n
MERRICK As I stand with my two best friends in the doorway of the playroom, our eyes land on one of the most precious possessions that we own...our wife. I say own because we do. We have owned her mind, body, and soul ever since the day we purchased Aria on the auction block about eight years ago. However, she owns all three of us as well. She may submit to us, but we are all equal in our unique dynamic. "Such a beautiful sight, Baby Doll," I'm the first to go to her as she kneels in the middle of the room, waiting for her Masters to come, "What role do you feel like playing today? Do you want to be our dirty little whore, a cum slut, pain slut, or all of the above?" "I will take option D, Sir." She grins up at me. "All of the above it is, then," I smirk. I stand in front of her in just a pair of gray sweatpants, looking down and grinning. There is no need to tell her what to do because Aria knows her part well and is perfect at it. As she comes up on her knees, sh
Waking up early has never been my thing, but on this particular day, my eyes snap open before the alarm even goes off. I lay in the big bed all by myself and stare up at the ceiling as I think about what this day will bring. I am getting married. Well, the four of us will be uniting, but I like to think of it as marrying my other two men. I‘ve waited for this day for over a year, and now that it’s here, I’m nervous as hell. What if nobody shows up? I know that not everyone understands our dynamic, but I need this day to be special for not only me but for Merrick and Jory as well. Knox is already legally married to me, so he’s participating in it for me because I asked him to. Not only will I be uniting with Merrick and Jory, and they with me, but Knox will unite with them as well, even though they don’t have that kind of a relationship. It’s a sign that we are all in this together, no matter what. I thought it was cute that they wanted to sleep elsewhere the night before the ce
"Your body is our playground." Knox's words have been playing in my head repeatedly all week. Is it wrong that I find it to be one of my favorite phrases they say to me? I can never get enough of any of my men, and even though I was worried going into this week's fuck fest, as Knox called it, it has been nothing short of amazing. I'm sad to see that it's coming to an end. With it being our last day locked in the playroom, Knox has invited the others to join us again. What I was expecting was a hard-core fuck session, but instead, all three overwhelm me with their loving touches and how they use my body with gentleness, showing me their love. Even as I take Merrick into my mouth, there is no shoving himself in deep. In fact, I'm the one that has to work his cock all the way into my throat. Then there is Jory. When you think of anal, you think of getting pounded; well, at least I do because that's how it usually is, but Jory takes making love to a whole other level as he does pre
KNOX In the days following our return with Jordan, we all were on high alert, waiting for the next shoe to drop, only it never did. We learned that both Jory's parents were sentenced to many years in federal prison for embezzlement, fraud, and tax evasion on top of the kidnapping charges. They will not be getting out until the boys are adults. Since learning that we no longer had to worry about the Payne's, any ex-fiancée, or a Mafia Kingpin stalker, life has finally become more enjoyable. Of course, I still keep guards on Aria and the boys because one can't be too careful, but at least we don't look over our shoulders at every turn. The boys are about to turn six months old, and I couldn't be more excited about it. My wife doesn't know that I've come up with a plan that may seem a bit much for some, but it's a part that I want to play with her. One that Merrick came up with and has helped with the setup. Our girl is a little freak regarding kink, and I hope she is okay
JORY It feels so surreal knowing that my parents will finally get what they deserve. Don't get me wrong, and I'm grateful to them for giving me life and my twin brother; even though our time was cut short, I'm happy to have had him in my life. As for the rest, my parents can kiss my ass; they never cared for me, so I learned long ago not to care for them. They could have gone on living their lives and doing illegal business had they not come back into my life, first with Sandra and then to try and take my son. I don't think I will ever know the real reason why they only took one twin, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out that it was because of his name. I assume they were trying to replace the son they had lost, and since my son was his namesake, they took him. Would they have taken either of them had we not chosen my brother's name, though? We will never know because I will not waste another breath trying to talk to them about it. "Do you want me to hold him for a wh
"Watch your step, baby," Knox says as he takes my hand and helps me step out of the jet. I stand here for a moment, looking at our surroundings before descending the stairs. Since I only threw one outfit for each of us into the suitcase, we don't have much to carry. Merrick brings up the back carrying the luggage, and we stand just inside the building to wait out of sight for the Payne's to arrive. When we see a limo pull up, we know it's there for one reason, to carry my son away. My heart races as the minutes tick by. I study each of my guys, but they are too concentrated on staring at the sky. Smiling just a bit, I think back to when I had nobody in my life except for my mother, who was still in a coma. Now I have three strong men willing to fight for and with me, who love me to no end. As I told Merrick, I can never regret making that one choice that led me to them. I should write Scarlett a Thank You letter for giving me her card that faithful night in the diner. If it
MERRICK “God, I needed that, Baby Doll.” I kiss her forehead before untangling myself from all our bodies now on the floor of the jet. “I’m always here for you, Sir. Thank you for helping to clear my head.” Aria smiles up at me and then raises her hand. I take it and help her off the floor while Knox and Jory get up. I drag her into the bathroom and set her on the little counter, spreading her beautiful thighs so I can clean her up. We will be landing soon enough, and I’m not sure yet if we will get a hotel first or get right to business. I hope for the latter, so we can get our son and go straight home, but I know things tend to not work out the way we want. “Aria,” I stop and drop the wet cloth into the sink before grabbing the towel, “What do you plan on doing once we find the Paynes?” Our girl looks me dead in the eye, “Whatever it takes.” We continue our stare-off for a few more seconds before I reach up and gently wrap my hand around her neck. Bringing my
"Are these what you're waiting for?" I hold up the three passports. "What are you doing here, Aria?" My husband's question irks me just a little bit. "I'm not going to sit at home while my baby is thousands of miles away, in another country, with people he doesn't even know!" I hand him his passport before handing the other two to Jory and Merrick. "What about Jayden?" Jory asks. My hardest decision was whether to leave my other son safe at home with my mother and guards or bring him along. I chose to leave him behind since the threat is now heading to another country. It still doesn't ease my worry, but I need to get my other son back and bring him home to his brother. "It's safer to leave him with Mom, Dirk, and Ward. Damon will also send a few guys over from KMJ to secure the house while we are gone." "Baby, you should be with Jayden," Knox says, "We have this. We will bring Jordan home." "Jayden will be fine. Jordan is the one who needs me at the moment."
JORY My parents went too far this time! It's one thing to fuck with me, but to mess with my family and take my kid? They are going to regret giving birth to me for sure now! I didn't need to look for proof, I already knew who had taken Jordan, so I called my buddy Brant, who works closely with the Governor, and told him all about my parent's illegal dealings. After emailing him specific details about my father's business, and side hustles, Brant promised that he would get the information to the ones that would take care of it. He wasn't making promises on the exact timing, but he's sure they will be picked up in the next twenty-four hours or so. "Sweetness," I pull Aria into my arms once the police finally leave, "Try and get some sleep. I will have Ward and Dirk stay with you, and your mother and Nikki are on their way here now." "Wait, where are you, Knox, and Merrick going?" She asks, and I can tell she's worried and maybe a bit upset that we are leaving her at all.