Jessie and I share a long and sordid history. One that I try not to revisit too often because I don't like hurting her, and any reminder of the way we met was bound to hurt her in some way. Looking back at it, it was a stroke of luck that I'd been the one to be there that night. I like to think that there was a bit of fate involved there too. I can't imagine life without her in it, couldn't fathom the last nine years being any different. Even when I wasn't there with her, just knowing she was in my life, that she was mine and only mine, was enough to get me through. She was my own little good luck charm. The one thing that had gotten me through some of the toughest hellholes in Baghdad, and that was before I knew I was going to make her my woman some day. I was a young twenty-four year old soldier on leave after coming back from my second stint in the desert, and looking at my third in a few days. That's where I'd met Lawton. We were both serving in the same pl
I never wanted her to know hunger and want the way I had. Never wanted her to feel that shame like the rest of the world was looking down on you. I'd bought her every device known to man so we could keep in touch when I was gone, and had kept up with her schooling and the things that I could handle as a man. The rest of that female shit I left to the aunt. When I was told about her having her period I walked into the neighborhood with my gun on full display on my next leave to let the young fucks around there know that she was off limits. I'd wanted to bundle her the fuck up and put her somewhere safe. Back then she was still my sweet little babygirl, even though her body was changing and she was outgrowing her babyish ways. It was plain to see that she would always be a little bitty thing though, which I used to think was cute, but now found sexy as fuck. It's when she hit eighteen that shit went south on my ass. The little scrawny kid had blossomed in
Now she stood staring back at me from across the room with the piece of crap towel clutched against her chest. "Go get dressed babygirl." Yeah, and do that shit quick before I lose my shit and fuck you way too fucking hard and a couple days too soon. The shot I got of her ass as she turned to walk away didn't help matters any. How the fuck did she fit all that goodness on that five foot fucking frame? I had to shake my head to dispel the vision that came into it. I'm six five, when I put her under me she's going to be covered from head to toe, and the thought of that shit made my dick stand like an iron pike in my jeans, making that fuck an uncomfortable fit. I kept my fucking head straight and my eyes crossed when she came back out the bathroom wearing some shorts and tank combo that was designed expressly to get her little ass nailed. And you've got fucking on the brain Creed you fuck. What makes you any better than the hump you're supposed to be saving her fr
Everything I did was with her in mind. I never wanted her to be that helpless little girl again, and me being me back then there was no guarantee that I'd always be around to protect her. Lately though I've been thinking really hard about a long life. A life with her and my kids! It was the first fucking dream I'd ever allowed myself, the only one I haven't tried to kill at its inception. As the day of her twenty-first birthday drew near it was all I could do to stay the fucking course. I'd been lining shit up in my head almost everyday, when I wasn't killing myself to stay busy until the time came. It figures that as soon as the time drew near my patience was at an end. But I made myself hold on for her, and because of the secret promise I'd made myself. I told myself she was worth waiting for, and that if I could hang in there until D-day, well then I would've proven just that to myself, and in the bargain, proven that she meant more to me than the rest. Then
"Jason, I need a solid. I need you to look up Dee Reynolds and Sal Jones in Dorset. I want all their financial information down to the penny. Call me back as soon as you've got something." My next call was to her old home. That call was answered in pretty much the same haste but for different reasons I'm sure. Jason would know that a call from me on his secure line at this time was serious business. These two I'm sure were waiting up in case I came back for their ass. "By my reckoning you owe me quite a few grand for the past few years of bullshit classes that she never took. I'm going to give you exactly one day to have my fucking money or I'm gonna break your fucking neck." "What money? We've had the care of her for almost nine years and..." "And I paid you for her upkeep and then some. What the fuck did you do with my money?" I was getting more heated by the minute. Not only because she'd ripped me off, but because all this time I'd been thi
By the time room service showed up she was a little more relaxed. I'd stopped asking her the hard questions and had kept things light, just asking her about some show she was into on TV. I'm surprised the bitch let her enjoy that much, because it seemed like she'd been bent on destroying my babygirl's every pleasure. I wasn't surprised that Dee and Sal had taken me for a chump. There was no way they could've known my true nature, since I'd never shown it to them. Not that many knew it to be honest, except for those who'd ran the streets with me, and the men and women I'd served with. The fact that I'd been an absentee guardian, had no doubt given them the impression that I didn't really care. And so they'd taken that as a green light to continue shitting all over her the way her father had for the first half of her life. Little did they know, he might've gotten off easy, but they were in for a world of fucking hurt. I made sure she ate, and by the way she picked
I'm too excited to sleep. What does it all mean? Why had he come? Why now? And the way he looked at me, the way he reacted when he saw my naked body. It had given me butterflies, nothing at all like when... I cut myself off before the thought could take ahold of me, not here, not now. I wanted to think only of Creed. He was back. It had been so long. Sometimes I thought I would never see him again, I cried myself to sleep many a night over that. But now he was here, just a few short feet from me, but what did it all mean? Am I gonna go live with him now, or will he find somewhere else to pack me off to? That sounded really disloyal and I don't mean to, but sometimes I get so mad that no one lets me have any say. If they did I would've told them a long time ago that I wanted to go live with him. I guess that some would say that I was old enough to leave. I was smart enough to get myself a little job and maybe a place of my own. But he would never let me.
That night had been the best of my life. All the girls had been green with envy, but that's not what made it so special. He'd treated me like an adult that night, almost like a date. He'd catered to my every wish, making the other boys there seem so inconsequential. And when one of the other girls, one that I absolutely hated had asked him to dance, he'd politely turned her down. Now that had made my whole time at school worth all the pain and the heartache. Kids can be cruel and in my case they took every opportunity. My aunt had had no problem sending me to school in the cast offs of someone else and since the town was so small everyone pretty much knew. In the beginning when I'd been younger, I'd tried to tell Creed that she wasn't what she pretended to be, but somehow she was always able to convince him that I was lying. I'd eventually just stopped trying. But that night, when I was wearing the best dress because he'd insisted and I'd got my hair and
I watched over her as she slept with my heart in turmoil. How had we missed it? How had we not put it together? We'd only just received the results of her parentage the day before, but somehow it appeared the Fox had known all along. How? She was even more precious to me now because of the blood that ran through her veins. She was a part of the man who had shaped me and whatever I'd felt for her before was multiplied because of that fact. We'd terminated Stockton, or Ty and his new pal had. I found a smile at the thought of our new partner in crime. For someone who'd never served Lyon sure was a militant fuck. But I won't be the one to tell him that since he tends to take umbrage whenever we mention it. We had formed a tight bond in the days we'd been there at Law's and that was good. Instead of just us we now had a whole network of brothers joined together to deal with what had become more than our little headache. We'd found out a lot more in the last few
We figured we were gonna have to give all that money back but we'd already spent it. We were gonna make a run for it. But then they stopped calling too and we were in the clear, or so we thought." He was sulking again. "Is that when you started going into her room?" For some reason he balked at this, he had no problem telling me he'd sold her, but he wouldn't admit to this; maybe because the memory of me ringing off his dick was still fresh in his mind. Then his eyes shifted to Jake's and he forgot again. "So what if I did, wasn't no harm in it, nothing wrong with looking is there?" My hand twitched and I almost did him then but I needed more. "When was the last time you heard from them?" "Not long after your little visit. It's like they were watching and waiting. How were we to know they still wanted her? And I was just working my way up to getting a taste." The fucker licked his lips and seemed to have gone off into his own little world after saying that shit.
Shit was chaotic, people were scattering like flies but I knew what my prey looked like. I heard a shot off to the side earlier and figured either Ty or Lyon had broken ranks. We'll have to deal with the cleanup later, or maybe not. These boys were loaded for bear. I'm thinking we were all on the same page here. Right now my only focus was on Sal and Dee. Lo's team and Law's crew were lining up the hate mongers like war prisoners as I walked through looking, but they were nowhere to be found. I was starting to freak the fuck out thinking they'd escaped when I heard a whistle a little off to the side. "Over here." It sounded like the Travis guy and he was calling from a little distance away, away from the fray. I jogged my way over there and found gold. "These two were hiding out in the outhouse." He had them by the necks and I'm guessing Sal was still weak from losing his balls because he looked kinda pale in the moonlight and wasn't putting up much of a fight, unl
I watched him disappear right before my fucking eyes and my respect for him went up a notch. Next thing I knew the sky lit up like the fourth of July and it was fucking on. I knew what my pigeon looked like from the pic they had passed around earlier, but I kept my eyes focused in the direction Ty had gone because I knew for sure he had a hard-on as big as mine for the fuck. Men were climbing out of trees and shit, people were running everywhere, total chaos but I kept moving forward until I found my boy crouched beside the porch just waiting. "Here he is." "Fuck." I barely moved out the way when he leapt through the air and took down the fucker. His fists connected with flesh at a rapid rate and all I could think was, when the fuck did we start making super soldiers in this fuck? Shit, wasn't gonna be none left for me if he kept this shit up. "Okay young'un, we need to ask him a few questions remember?" Damn I thought I was fucked but this motherfuck
Finally, I was gonna get my hands on this fuck. It had been weeks since he'd flown the coop and I've been getting more than a little antsy. We'd thrown that book aside in lieu of the files when we'd first got back to the compound after the raid. Back then we were more interested in looking for evidence that would lead us to who was committing crimes in our little paradise. Never once did any of us think it would turn into this. The first inkling we had that it may be something is when my brother Dev had leafed through it and found the notations in the back. Being in the service all those years, we'd never really ran into anything like that. I'm guessing that was more along the lines of the F.B.I or some shit, but we had a feeling that the shit was off even though whoever had complied it had tried to be slick. We'd already suspected that there was a trafficking ring working out of our back yard, and this Stockton fuck was knee deep in the shit, but until then we had
For the rest of the evening we went back to the grindstone only this time with the new info from Travis' old man. Halfway through that shit there was a fucking roar that had each of us going on alert. Cord, one of the SEALs was being held back my Devon and Quinn, two of his SEAL brothers. "What is it?" Logan their leader got into the fray as the rest of their crew gathered around them. They were all looking at the screen before Cord broke away and headed for the door at a dead run. On the screen was the girl they'd brought along with them earlier, the one with the brother. "Damn, she his?" I looked at Ty for an answer. "Yep." Shit, there wasn't gonna be enough of that old boy to go around. Ty and I exchanged a look over the others' heads before going back to work. There were fucking thousands of girls there. I tried not to let it fuck with me when I saw an updated picture of my wife on the screen, but I wasn't too sure Lyon was fairing so well when he saw hi
Jake was eyeing the kid who wasn't paying anyone any mind. He was there for one reason and one reason only, to share information. He passed off an envelope to Lyon who snatched it open before scanning the contents and then passing them around. "He's here." I looked up at the Travis guy who was leaning against the wall at ease. "Yep. But he's a small fish in a big pond. My dad's doing some more digging, but since my boy Colt needed this shit yesterday and it involves my Goddaughter I figured I'd bring what I have for now." "He's a small time crook who somehow made it onto one of those military contractor deals a few years back. There's no record of exactly what he did there, but he came back with new connections and a whole new group of friends." The SEALs shared a look and a grin. "Damn son you just answered one of our questions for us. We couldn't figure out how he went from small time crook to the big leagues. Funny though, we didn't find any record
"Okay, so this is what we've got so far. The shit seems to have started in Georgia, here." I pointed to the map at the area where the SEALs place was located. Everyone had come back from break ready for action. "You said you found a tunnel running from the water to his house or vice versa. Now we have to figure out how he gets them to his house from the rest of the country." I was feeling ten times lighter after my little break and because of the fact that when we got back to the room Jake had done his thing and uncovered more info for us to work with. If this shit kept up, we could be making a move in the next few hours, tomorrow the latest. "We've identified most of the girls, but sadly, most of them are already missing. I have someone working on some kind of pattern to see how they're choosing them and when they started." Jake gave his report of what else he'd done so far. "There's no real connection between any of the girls on this list, but I'm thinking
I hung up in time to see two new players enter the room. One of them I knew because we'd done charity runs together in the past, but the other though he looked familiar wasn't known to me. "Blade you got a dog in this fight too?" He reached out a hand to shake but his ass wasn't smiling. I knew he had a kid of his own with his first wife and a few with the second, plus he was always doing rescue missions and shit like that, so this would be right up his alley. Though my guys and I were into charity drives and Good Samaritan shit, it had been some time since we'd dealt with anything this serious, so it had been some time since we'd ridden together. But we still reached out once in a while. "Law said your kid was involved, of course I'm here." The introductions were made around the room while each man sized the other up. Fucking high school pissing contest, I give a fuck. The soldier boy fucks seemed relaxed enough until you looked close enough and realized they were