Book Two: Mine to Keep"This isn't negotiable, Veronica. Don't be stubborn."Jay watched her closely for signs of capitulation. It wasn't like her to resist his suggestions, especially when it came to her safety. Veronica tended to be passive and easy going. She was as close to a best friend as he was capable of having. At forty-one, she was nine years older than him. Though she looked much closer to his age.She was standing with her back to him, watching the ships come and go from the harbour. He'd asked her to come down to his dockyard for this meeting. As usual, she'd agreed to his summons without complaint. He was beginning to suspect she might not have if she'd understood why he wanted her to meet him here. Already a small woman, she looked even tinier when she came out to the yard, surrounded by shipping containers, heavy machinery and cranes. Her thick black hair, streaked with bright red highlights was pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a tank top and shorts. She look
Rob glanced around the dockyard noticing every discreet security measure with pride. Jay Le Croix had entrusted his operation to Rob when he purchased it several years ago and so far, the dockyard had never experienced a single hitch, despite some of the less savoury clients that occasionally drifted through. They teamed up on security for each subsequent business purchase or takeover that Jay made.This new security detail was different though. Jay always trusted Rob to make his own decisions regarding security. Rob always hand-picked his own teams, trained and placed them. Jay knew Rob was capable and determined. He was one of exactly two people that knew Rob's complete background. Instead of feeling insulted by Jay's summons today, Rob was intrigued. Rather than simply placing the safety of this mystery woman in Rob's more than capable hands, Jay insisted Rob come to his dockyard office to meet the lady himself before determining how best to protect her.Rob was curious about Vero
Veronica went into panic mode. He was going to be here any minute. That massive beast of a man was going to be in her home any minute. How exactly was she supposed to deal with this? She'd spent the last seventeen years avoiding men like the plague and now one was going to be in her home. In her precious space. Where the only man that she had ever opened her door to was Jay. It occurred to her that Jay probably had no idea she never had men in her home.But how could he know? She'd never told Jay. She never told anyone. God! She was such a damaged ball of stressed out crazy. Of course, he wouldn't know. The last man that touched her body was the last man that paid for her services. She'd been twenty-four. Allie had been five and Jay fifteen. Of course, Jay had always known how she'd survived. How she'd fed them and how she'd fed her drug habit. He never judged. Her trick had hit her that night. Not bad, but bad enough that she'd needed an extra dose to ease the pain.Jay found her. H
"I'm ready," Veronica said coldly, refusing to actually look at the hulking giant in her kitchen. Robert Senator had made himself right at home in the two and a half days since Jay hired him to watch over her. He was currently going through her fridge, searching for… what? She had asked him to assign someone else to her. He had assured her that no one else was available. She had then asked Jay to step in. Jay assured her that Robert had an unparalleled reputation in security and was capable of making decisions regarding her safety. Now she was watching in complete frustration as the man stepped out of her refrigerator with a handful of vegetable sticks."Don't have much protein in this place, do you?" he grunted, eying her tight shorts and black T-shirt with the emblem for Allie's University emblazoned across the front. He didn't bother to hide the blazing interest from his rugged face.She crossed her arms over her small breasts and shook her head. "Vegetarian," she informed him c
He reached for her, but she flinched so hard she smacked her shoulder against the tree. Hissing in pain, she reached up to rub the pain away. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. She was acting like an idiot. This man wasn't going to harm her. Granted, he used brutal methods to teach her a lesson in not taking off on her protection detail. Maybe she deserved it. She needed to face reality. By accepting a lifetime of Jay's money and protection, she wasn't an entirely innocent victim.What a fucked-up relationship she had with the younger man. Yet, it had never been anything but a fairytale to her. He'd saved her life on multiple occasions and made it his mission to give Allison the best of everything, even back when he had nothing. How could Veronica not adore him? But now, looking at it through someone like Robert's eyes, she wondered what he saw. Did he think she was Jay's mistress? What else could it possibly look like? She was living in a beautiful condo by the oc
"Definitely too much to ask," he growled as he snatched her wrist from where it rested against his chest and used his grip on her arms to yank her into the heat of his big body. She stumbled against him."No, no, no," she cried out, her eyes widening in sudden anger and fear."Yes, yes, yes," he groaned, dropping his hands to her hips and yanking her up his body until her feet left the floor. She was forced to grip his shoulders for balance as he walked backwards to press her against the wall. "Been wanting to do this since I set eyes on you at the docks."She squirmed against him, using the wall as leverage to try and push him away. It was useless! Her hands looked ridiculously small against his massive, muscular shoulders. He buried his head against her neck and licked her. Veronica froze. Then she moaned as heat suffused her. He continued to lick and nip her skin, tasting the sweat from her skin."So fucking good," he grunted against her, lifting her even higher to bury his face
He narrowed his eyes at her, his fingers tightening around her delicate wrists. He was careful though. She knew there wouldn't be any bruising. "What's your problem, lady?" he demanded. "You were more than enjoying what we were doing." When she opened her mouth to interrupt, he cut her off, "Don't even pretend you weren't an equal participant! That was the best damn kiss I've ever had. Now you're acting like I'm some kind of monster."He gave her a little shove and rolled away from her onto his back, pushing a frustrated hand through his thick hair. She shivered and turned her head slightly to peek at him. He looked really disappointed. His muscles were tense and huge against the feminine fabric of her flowery bedspread. The veins on his arms popped as he rubbed his face and head. She shuddered and glanced down his body, noting the way his gym shorts remained tented in anticipation. No wonder he was so pissed at her. Veronica's desire may have waned, but his was still raging on.Guil
Veronica could feel Robert standing beside her, absorbing every detail of their surroundings with professional judgment. They were in a rough area, surrounded by rough people. Did he understand where she'd brought him? His tension felt like a physical presence, absorbing all the air around her and sapping her strength. She so badly wanted him to keep adoring her and thinking well of her, but she needed him to know the worst. Years of counselling had taught her the truth about herself. Olivia, her counsellor had helped her to realize that none of it was her fault. She was the victim of both systemic violence and bad people. Yes, she'd made rotten choices in her life, but nothing in her early years had taught her how to make the right choices. Or even to recognize what the right choices were when they came along. The first good thing that had happened to her was a vicious, street smart ten-year-old boy. And she'd seized that opportunity with both hands and held on tight.Glancing sidewa
Two years laterVeronica didn't have many things that belonged to her. Life had taught her too many hard lessons about broken toys. As a child, things that belonged to her got taken away. Either when she moved homes, or in the homes she was moved to. She learned not to care about things, because it hurt too much when she lost them. Sometimes she would be allowed to keep the things, but the other kids would break them. Then she didn't want them anymore.Veronica was a pretty child. It didn't take long before she became the toy. And it didn't take long after that before she became a broken toy. She stopped keeping things for herself. Until one day, a thing started growing inside her. A thing that she desperately wanted to protect, but knew she would never be allowed to keep. Unless a knight in shining armour came along and rescued her. So instead of allowing her new toy to be torn from her and broken, like all the other toys, like her, she'd screamed and cried and banged on the walls o
Later that night Robert showed her exactly how much he enjoyed a good chase when Veronica decided to wear her new leather jacket, a pair of black panties and nothing else. When he demanded she relinquish the coat, she refused and took off running. He had a foot of height on her, but Veronica had been running for years, so she wasn't easily caught. She ran through his massive home, laughing hysterically when he hit the bottom of the stairs and tripped over his own feet because he was too busy watching the curve of her ass."You're going to pay for that, woman!" he growled, righting himself."You'll have to catch me first!" she shrieked rounding the kitchen island and facing off with him as he stalked toward her.Her heart beat with adrenaline and anticipation. He looked so incredibly yummy as he strode toward her, sexual heat radiating from every line of his body. His dark brown-grey hair was wildly mussed and wet from the shower they just had. His strong jaw was hair roughened and h
She was with another man.He could see the pair easily through the diner window. They sat in a booth next to the glass, oblivious to the stream of people passing on the sidewalk, oblivious to the pair of dangerous men observing them. The guy was big and mean looking. Every bit as rugged and confident as Rob. He was tall and muscular with a full head of hair and a dark beard. Every visible inch of the guy's skin was tattooed. He looked like a biker. Someone Rob might hang out with if he didn't intend to kill the guy first chance he got. Veronica's small hand was sitting casually on top of the stranger's hand, as though touching was the norm for these two. The guy looked enthralled with whatever she was saying. Not that Rob blamed him, Veronica would be enchanting while reciting a cookbook.Every muscle in Rob's body vibrated with the need to crash into the diner, tear them apart and then make the man bleed. For a long time. Then murder him, slowly and painfully. Jay chuckled and smack
Rob stopped beating Jay the moment he realized the younger man wasn't fighting back. Well… Rob stopped punching him a few seconds after he realized Jay wasn't fighting him, remembering the look on Veronica's face after Jay had asked how much Rob was paying her for sex. The hurt and devastation in her eyes was almost more than he could bear. He knew he screwed up by attacking Jay instead of going to her and helping her through the hurt. But he'd never had to deal with these types of feelings before. Never cared enough to want to help a woman in emotional distress. The only way he knew how to deal was by beating the shit out of the source of the problem.He turned back to Jay, fire leaping into his eyes and a growl on his lips. "What the fuck is your problem, man?"Jay was doing his best not to double over in pain from the blows he'd taken to his jaw and torso. Rob hadn't been messing around. He knew how to floor a guy in seconds. Fortunately, Jay knew how to take a hit. He grew up on
Was it theft if you're screwing the brains out of the owner of the car? Veronica asked herself, as she stomped on the brakes of Robert's car and ground the gears. She glared at the gearshift and decided it definitely wasn't stealing when it was a stupid standard transmission, something she hadn't driven in years. She was in a damn hurry and she had to re-teach herself how to drive stick shift. She sighed and put the Porsche in first gear before attempting to floor it off the line again. Some guy in a sports car next to her was grinning in amusement.Veronica grumbled and made her way angrily down to the dockyard, hoping that Jay would be there. If he was with Allison last night he might be either at his apartment or still out of the province. Still, she had to try. If he wasn't at the dockyard, she'd try his home next. She hadn't bothered calling him. He'd know that daughter would've called mother by now and mama bear would be on the warpath."You better duck and cover, asshole," she
Veronica squinted around Robert's bedroom. No alarm clock. She wasn't too surprised. She guessed most people just used their smart phones these days. She was old-fashioned and still used an alarm clock. She liked having the radio. She glanced at the grey light filtering through the floor to ceiling bedroom windows and guessed it was probably around 7:00am.She smirked at his sprawled form as she crawled carefully off the bed. This time she was ninety-nine percent certain he was actually asleep. He was on his back with his arms flung out to the sides, snoring his head off. He should be exhausted. They'd made love twice more during the night before finally collapsing in a tangled heap and sleeping off the sex hangover. After their first encounter, they'd gone searching for an evening snack. Robert found her a tub of ice cream and then insisted on feeding her in front of a roaring fire. After eating, he'd explored every inch of her body with both tongue and fingers on top of the rug in
It took her a moment to realize that Robert was on his knees next to her, urging her to breath slowly. She looked him in the eyes and followed his instructions, even though she couldn't hear them through the rushing in her ears. She watched his lips form words. Such beautiful lips. She wanted to trace them with her fingers and her tongue. Would he still want her after watching her have a meltdown?He flashed her a grin and said, "Fuck yeah, I'll always want you, sweetheart."She groaned. Had she said that out loud?He carefully gathered her into his arms and pulled her onto his lap. She went without protest, feeling a little weak and shaky from her freak out. She stared up at him and finally indulged herself by reaching up to touch his full lips. She let her fingers drift to his unshaven cheek and chin, touching the rough, masculine face that fascinated her so much.He squeezed her against his chest. "I would never treat you like something that could be bought," he said in a voice
Veronica grinned under the visor of her brand spanking new pink and black helmet. Never in a million years would she ever have imagined herself on the back of a motorbike, clinging tightly to her very own bad boy, sex god. Pulses of need vibrated through her body as the bike moved underneath them, making her wish she had a little more room to squirm on the leather seat. She loved riding on top of Robert's Harley!She'd just about melted when Robert presented her with the helmet earlier and then pulled it gently over her head, adjusting the fit. Though nervous, she'd stood docilely, excited for her very first ride. While he was busy tucking her hair back, she'd stealthily pulled the receipt that had fallen out of the brand-new leather helmet bag toward her. Her jaw fell open. It was dated and timestamped for two hours after he met her in Jay's office at the dockyard. His eyes met hers and she saw a fierce burning possession in their depths. She also saw a hint of worry. He was afraid o
He slept on his back with an arm flung over his eyes as though trying to stop the light from streaming in the window. She always kept her blinds open, feeling more secure when her room was filled with light. She'd noticed that he always kept the curtains firmly closed in the spare room and that he liked sleeping in. Definitely a trait they didn't share. Veronica was unapologetically a morning person. It used to drive Allie nuts when Veronica was in her room at the crack of dawn on the weekends, demanding she wake up and accompany her down to the beach or someplace else. She wondered how Robert, a former soldier of fortune or mercenary or whatever he used to be, slept so deeply. Weren't these guys supposed to sleep with one eye open and a giant serrated knife under their pillows, ready to cut the throat of the bad guy sneaking up on them? Not that she was complaining. The knife she envisioned didn't go with the frilly purple pillow he was resting against. But seriously, how was this g