Jensen
I called my parents to tell them we’d moved back to town. I was biting on a bullet casing the entire time I was talking to my father. I know this wasn’t easy on our parents.
We can’t exactly tell them we killed some high school boys, so it was getting trained to be professional killers or to go to prison for thirty years or longer.
My parents were told we got a once-in-a-lifetime classified job offer. We couldn’t say what exactly it was we would do for them. Luckily, Sawyer and Nate didn’t bother to correct the lie. They were the only ones who knew most of the truth.
So, tonight is a family dinner that they have once a week on Friday nights. Dad demanded all four of us show up, no exceptions. I’m positive they missed the guys as much as they did me.
Carter, probably more so. He is the favorite of the group.
Carter was forever getting out of trouble as we were growing up, even though he was usually the one to sug
Jensen After dinner, the guys and I head to Storm’s apartment to drink. All of us are still in awe of the fact Sawyer is a mother. Our girl is a mom. “Why didn’t she say anything about the kids when we talked?” Carter asks. “Knowing Sawyer, it’s because she wanted to protect her children. If we’re never going to be around her, why would we need to know?” Storm points out. My parents could have told me about them, but they didn’t either. Then again, it wasn’t their business to inform me. “Sawyer having children changes nothing.” JT is correct. We will willingly still protect those children, same as the rest of our loved ones. “We could have been helping Sawyer raise them. They could have been our kids if we would have stuck around,” I say, still going over the what-ifs of never getting caught and staying in town. “Still can be, but it’s up to Sawyer if she wants us in her life again,” Storm says
Sawyer “Sorry to ruin your night, boss, but I can’t get Dillian to stop blubbering so he can get back to work. He keeps saying I don’t understand his feelings because I’m not a woman.” Cruise keeps his rubbing chin while pacing in front of the door to my office. My other bestie is not having a good night. I sigh, needing to first calm Cruise down so that I can deal with my emotional employee. I pull Cruise into a hug. “It’s alright, big guy. Dillian will be fine. You did what you needed to do.” “My biggest concern right now is that Carmen and Jeremy are taking the kids for ice cream. It’s going to be difficult to put them to bed, but that’s on those two.” I tease him, giving him a wink. This is effective in disarming him and lightening the mood. Cruise chuckles, pulling away from me. He is now much more relaxed. “We love to spoil those kiddos of ours,” he says proudly. A smile pulls at my lips. I adore they think of my
Sawyer I got Katie back to sleep. When Dillian left around midnight after the two of us ate a half gallon of ice cream and, along with a full bottle of Irish cream liquor, the door closing woke her up. It took me another half hour of reading Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet to get Katie back to sleep. She demanded I read that story since she enjoyed playing with ‘Romie’ so much two days ago. Darius came in while I was reading to Katie. He climbed into the bed opposite his sister’s and was back asleep within five minutes. Tee arrives at my doorstep ten minutes after Katie falls asleep. He texted me his arrival instead of knocking, thankfully. “I’m so glad you texted instead of knocking. I just got the kids to sleep ten minutes ago.” “I know how it is,” he reminds me of the child his family is raising. Ali’s sister-in-love and her two husbands were murdered in front of their little boy, who is now a teena
Sawyer Tee and Storm have their arms crossed over their broad tattooed chests. I must admit, my uncle is hot for a thirty-four-year-old dude. He is just as ripped as Storm, but his muscles are slightly larger. If these two were anything but human, smoke would come out of their nostrils like dragons. One would be the color of amethyst, while the other would be charcoal gray. “Why are you in my girl’s apartment, Gator?” Storm finally growls. I just lean back against the door frame, waiting to see how this plays out. Gator? I guess Storm knows Uncle Tee then if he knows part of his codename. Uncle Tee is the Gator King of the Death Kings, hired assassins. “Didn’t know you had a girl,” Tee says with a resting asshole face, but his tone is taunting. He smirks at Storm. Oh lawdy! Tee is going to let Storm believe I slept with him! Well, I mean we slept together, but in the literal sense not the sexual. That would jus
Sawyer “Mo cherub!” My Uncle Jax shouts, running to me. He lifts me and spins me around while I laugh happily. Jaxson has always been the most fun-loving of my uncles. He sets me down, making me giggle when he rubs his freckled nose against mine. Fairy kisses, he calls them. From the very first time he met me, he has greeted me this way. He makes me feel like a little girl again. “That’s enough of dat, you,” Uncle Tee scolds him with his arms crossed over his chest. Jax looks at him with a knowing smirk, sauntering toward my uncle. “What’s the matter, mo pheata? Are you mad I didn’t come to kiss you first?” Tee scoffs at him, but when Jax puts his arms around his neck, Tee’s face softens, and he holds his husband close. “Did you miss me, ma doudou?” I snicker at the sound of Tee’s pet name for Jax. ‘Pheata’ translates to pet and ‘Doudou’ loosely translates to pookie or security item like a blanket. Jax’
Storm “What do I do?” “Can you be more specific? Like I don’t know, give me a hint or something, Storm?” “Carley. She is Gator’s niece,” I growl at my best friend and stepsister. “Are you talking about Sawyer?” She questions me. “Who else would I be talking about?” I say frustratingly. “Okay. I know Sawyer is a Death King. So am I. Why is this such a big deal to you?” She questions and I halt my running. I was so angry that I went for a run and called Carley to get her advice. Maybe I should have called Jase or Weston instead. “She doesn’t need our protection,” I ground between clenched teeth. “Why is that a problem?” She asks me. “Because he was under the notion that they needed to return to protect her,” I hear Jase comment. Over the past three years, we have grown close to the members of C.H.A.O.S. once we put aside our dick-measuring contest for Carley’s attention. Sure, we w
JT “No. You need to roll your hips like this,” I comment, showing the youngest member of my troupe how to move. The kid has some unrefined talent that needs to be polished. Currently, his movements are too stiff, however, once he becomes more fluid, he might become more popular than me. Ugh, I have a headache. This isn’t working. Maybe he is more of a calisthenics learner like my friend Kage. Jaxson had used his body against Kage so he could feel the movement. I move so that I’m behind Dustin. I press my body against his. “Relax into me and move with me. Let me control your body at first.” I pressed my hips him into so I could gyrate his hips in perfect synchronization with mine. I spend a few minutes loosening him until his movements are more relaxed and fluid. “There. This is what I want.” I breathe into his ear. “I’m going to step away so I can see this improve as you move by yourself.” I return to the front of the stage. Finally,
JTSawyer along with her uncles, which still seems weird to me, are still in the club even when I was done with my dances for the night. I am exhausted. My duties as a boss could wait until the morning, but my private shower in my office was calling my name. I didn’t make it to my office because I saw a man pinning Sawyer up against the wall with her uncles nowhere to be found.I mentally growled, or maybe it was out loud because one of my serving girls jumped out of her skin as I walked by. She dumped the drinks she had on the floor, breaking several glasses.“I’m sorry about that, Shea. Let me help you clean up,” I tell her, squatting down to pick up the glass. “Go get the broom and mop. I got the glass.”“But, boss…” she starts to protest, but I cut her off with a disapproving glare. She gulps and then rushes away.The good thing about this is that Sawyer, the
Sawyer“What the hell Carmen?” I question my second as the door to my office slams open against the wall. She is out of breath, her clothing is disheveled, and it doesn’t look like she brushed her hair. She isn’t her normal put-together self, wearing Jeremy’s hideous clow lounge pants that are peeking out from underneath one of Cruise’s giant tank tops. At least she remembered shoes, even if she didn’t bother with a bra. One breast in attempting to escape out of the armhole.“You need to answer your phone,” she hisses at me angrily. I looked at my phone, noticing it was dead. What if something had happened to the kids? Luckily, everyone knows they can find me in one of two places, home or here at the club.“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert at the sight of her and the fury in her voice.“One of our police officer friends called me. He found my brother in the forensics lab. He had been shot in the back multiple times. He is in critical care at the hospital.” I jump to my feet, my
Razor"You tried so hard to warn him, Carley. Capone blew up just like Jasey boy and his hellie hound." Tears track down my woman's face. Her body differs from the teenage girl I knew. It's rounder, more womanly, and full. "Now, now, my love. No tears." Her face hardens at my words. "I'm not your love. I'll never love you, Derek. You killed my husbands and kidnapped me!" I grin at her, gripping her chin tightly. "I'm going to kill your friends, too. I will be the center of your world. You and the viper bitch will be me to fuck you. You are both going to please me any way I see fit. I will not let my men touch you. You are mine alone. The Viper, though, will be a good little toy from my men. She and Carter both. I'll get that boy back and he'll be my little pet again. The way I broke him, I'm going to break her and your stripper.""Where do you have, Arson? Where's my husband?" She demands, with her pastel hair flying around her. That color has got to go. I release her, moving to gra
JTThere is a knock on my office door. I pause my paperwork, commanding the person to enter. "Mr. Brandt, a guy is looking for you. I left him at the bar because I didn't know if you would welcome being bothered," Dustin says. Dustin is one of my dancers, however, he also works as a server on nights he isn't dancing. The nineteen-year-old has shown he has a great work ethic. He is naïve, quiet, and at first unconfident, but he has gotten better at being bold since he start
Storm"Hello," Riggs rumbles. "Storm? Whatcha need?" "Can you leave?" "I'll have to ask Viper for permission. I can think of several ways I can beg her," he says lasciviously. "I need help. I need you to come and get me. Now," I order him, as though he is one of my men. But he isn't, is he? He is Sawyer's man, and he follows her orders, not mine. "You don't sound alright." "I'm not. Please, hurry." My voice cracks at my plea. The only person I have ever begged is Sawyer, and now him. "Do you know where the reservation is?" "Of course. I've lived here all my life, which is longer than you have," he teases. I can not believe this idiot is aging himself. He is as old as the Death Kings, which is thirty-eight. He is twelve years older than Sawyer and nine years older than me. I believe he and Slater Zen are the same age. "I'll be there. Just give me thirty minutes. Are you safe? Can you do that?" I scoff at his questions with disdain. "I might be blind, but I'm not helpless." "W
StormChaos. Utter chaos and that includes the team C.H.A.O.S. I'm dancing around the fire wearing nothing but my pants in the round tent on a hallucinogenic trip thanks to the dried sacred peyote cactus. There are elders with me today, as we pray for the healing of an ailing child. My prayers, however, are the same as they have been for years…the healing of Kage Raiden, who has been refusing for years to seek medical help. I'm the only person who knows.
Jensen "If know those you must be the Jericho Ryder knows. What is the clever fox up to this time?" I question. "Something he shouldn't be messing in. He is creating super soldiers using the diluted blood of royal infernals and the corpses of the fallen." "What?!" I choke out having inhaled my beer instead of swallowing. Ugh, that burns. "This explains some questions he had on DNA a while back. I didn't think anything of it," I drawl.
Jensen "Sorry to call you on short notice again Mr. Meyer, but I could use the help. I'm not from here and have never seen anything like this until these past three cases. " "At this point detective, I think it's safe to say we have a serial killer who is targeting voodoo practitioners." "That's what all this is?" He questions gesturing to the altar with precious stones laid out on a grid, melted candles, and figures surrounding it. On the shelf beside are homemade dolls and bottles sealed with wax. On the other side is an aquarium set up for a snake. I move to get a closer look. I love snakes and wouldn't mind having one now that I can care for one. There is no snake that I can see. I flip over the log and look through the foliage in the cage. Still no snake. "Um detective have you seen…" I see a yellow snake about three feet long coil around Detective Porter's pants leg. He must not be able to feel it through his boots. "The snake is missing, but I just found him." The man's
SawyerJensen wasn't kidding about his foot messaging skills. I'm moaning so loud and unabashedly that I should be ashamed of myself. I'm not. He made good on his promise of binging my favorite anime with me. He even broke out the ice cream and cream liquor. He must have spent a lot of time with Carley to know about our obsession that Ali got us hooked on when we trained under her with Carmen, Slater, and Camden. The latter two were trained in secret alongside us. None of the other teams knew who the members of the Angel Team were until about five years ago when we were called in to help C.H.A.O.S. and Tempest. Even then they only knew that Carley was on that team. "If I get to have these foot rubs for the rest of my life, I'll marry you right now," I joke with him. He snorts. "I don't care which of us you marry, as long we can all have you," he comments seriously. "Oh Romeo, Romeo. Why for art thou a dumbass, Romeo?" "Hey now, Juliet! I resemble that remark!" He says, offendedl
JensenLast night, the three teenagers, Dillian, and I watched as Riggs and Storm pummeled each other's bodies in the ring. There was no clear winner, and that's what scared me the most. They are equals as fighters and Riggs's movements aren't near as smooth as Storms. It was like watching a lion and a bear trying to rip each other to shreds. Storm is the lion and Riggs is the bear. They killed each other. Not really, they called a drawl because they were both equally exhausted as they both fell to the mats."Yeah. We decided we're equals, Bonnie," Storm explains."We talked last night. We are similar yet different, so it'll work. We are friends now, Viper," Riggs expounds with a wink in her direction. "You are ours tonight."That hurts as she agrees. Does she not want me anymore? I feel like an odd man out and I'm not liking it. At least now I can empathize with Carter. With him working with Razor Grothman, he became the black sheep of t