Reese woke early, he was used to getting up in the mornings and going for a run before a workout, shower and off to college. He sat up, rubbing his face and looked down at Quinn sleeping quietly beside him. Cory had turned over to face away, his feet out of the covers and Quinn was back to back with him with a contented look on her peaceful face. Reese lay back down and just took the moment to gaze at her face. She really was beautiful and without a doubt he knew if she had plastered herself all over social media like most girls her age she would have been snapped up as a model. He reached out and took up the loose braid that she had put her hair in to sleep and ran it through his hand appreciating the unusual color, he looked at his scarred and calloused knuckles through her hair and paused, dropping her hair and pulling his hand away. Did he even deserve to touch something so exquisite with hands like these? Hands trained to maim and kill, rough hands that would only scratch such
Warning: MM Sex sceneCory went downstairs to find Reese in the fridge grabbing a bottle of water, he turned, flicking the fridge door closed and wrenched the cap off the bottle, sculling it back as he watched with that intense golden glow as Cory walked in behind him.“You could have just joined in?” Cory said sourly, dropping down on to a stool at the kitchen counter.“Principals, Curry…without them, this won’t work, especially with Quinn…”Quinn came rushing in. “What won’t work, exactly?”Reese put the bottle down and leaned back against the kitchen bench to face the two of them. “Sit down, Quinn.”She glanced at Cory as he grimaced and then obediently sat on the stool next to him. “Is this because you said it has to be the three of us?”Reese sucked his teeth, composing his words. “In order for this to work, babe, we all need to be on the
Quinn was quite industrious in compiling her list and Cory didn’t need to make sure she did it. He had her sitting in the basement on his laptop searching up some rather riskè shit and he chuckled to think how he would explain it if his parents ever saw his search history.Quinn dropped back into the couch with a huff at one point on Sunday, scratching her head. Cory looked around from the assignment he was working on for college at that frustrated little huff. “What’s the problem?”“Oh, nothing…”He swung his chair around to give her a challenging look. “Talk, bunny.”“I’m just not sure what the difference between flogging and whipping is…”Cory’s jaw clenched tight and he swallowed hard. I shouldn’t have asked. “Okay…it’s just the implement that’s used I thought…”“So it can still hurt and scar?&rdq
All was quiet over the week, Quinn was able to meet with the psychiatrist on Wednesday and talk about her confused feelings towards Antonio, how he treated her, his escalating violence and control and how that could affect her relationships going forward. The fact that she had been attracted to and consented with Antonio in the years previous and had enjoyed sex, submission and bondage with him under his control but was still of a mind to recognize his increasing violence, control and removal of her right to object as wrong indicated she was perfectly normal. Especially given the fact that she had sought a way out of the relationship at these indicators and left the situation, the shrink praised her for being a brave, intelligent young woman. She didn’t mention Reese and Cory but by the sounds of what the shrink had told her the list was a great idea. Had Reese researched things? It made her able to trust that she would be in safer hands with the two of them and that she had a
Quinn stood gaping at the door in disbelief. Wendy came over and touched her shoulder. “Goodness what was that all about?”“I don’t know…” Quinn said, looking at the floor, tears trying to fill her eyes.“I’m sorry, Quinn…is that how you feel?”“No!” Quinn shook her head. “I do it to fill the day because I’m bored and the house is too quite otherwise…I…”“Perhaps we are taking it for granted a bit…you have cooked and cleaned every day this week.”“I was just helping out, you are all so busy and I’m stuck hiding out here in your house…”Wendy smiled. “I get that, but perhaps you are doing too much.”“I thought about getting a part time job during the day, but…”“It’s risky, I mean, Mr Ferrante can’t search the entirety of New York fo
Augusto Ferrante sauntered through the entrance doors and into the large marbled foyer of the venue for the Annual Police Awards Dinner and Charity Fundraiser. He stroked his hand down his jacket over the buttons watching the men on the doors to the event hall panic at his unannounced presence.The fact that he had arrived with a large entourage of ten men with concealed weapons was probably what was causing most of the drama now going on before his eyes but because he was making no move to try and enter the actual event it seemed the people didn’t know what to do as the foyer was quite obviously a public space.He was quite happy to stay right here and wait for the Commissioner to arrive, he wished to speak to him about a certain rumor he had heard.He watched with little interest, an amused smirk on his face as the guests started to arrive. The police among them knew exactly who he was and seemed agitated by his presence. The other contingent, the mob in
Cillian O’Shea was a calm cautious man, but he had a snapping point and when it was reached he was very quick to escalate to violence.He confronted his son with a patient gaze, golden to match, ready to hear him out before coming to conclusions. Reese grit his teeth, raking a hand through his hair trying to figure out where to start, he glanced at Liam, standing behind his father’s left shoulder, and he frowned at him. He had warned Reese to tell his father everything before acting and getting Quinn out of her situation with Antonio.“Do you know about Augusto Ferrante’s second wife?” Reese asked, deciding this might be a good point of entry.Cillian gave Reese a small frown of thought. “The one that passed just recently?”“Yeah, well do you know who her first husband was and what happened in Boston?”Cillian’s frown deepened and he coolly folded his arms. “I know enough about the situation, how do you know about it?”“Because that girl out there with Cory is O’Malley’s daughter and
Maya stepped into the bathroom to find Reese leaning on the door of a cubicle with his arms folded.“Oh, goodness, Reese…I think you have the wrong bathroom.” She exclaimed with fake shock.Reese’s top lip lifted in a derogatory sneer as he stood up. “Yeah, seem to…” He muttered and walked out.As the door closed Maya turned to face the locked cubicle. “You can come out now, he’s gone.”She heard a rather obnoxious sigh and cluck of a tongue. “I’m actually trying to pee if everyone would stop talking to me through the damn door!”Maya laughed and turned a tap on. “How’s that?”There was silence, just the sound of the rushing water for a bit then the toilet flushed and the door opened.The stunning young girl that walked out flicked her large green eyes up at Maya as she walked to the vanity and stuck her hands under the flowing water before pumping some soap and washing her hands then turning away as the water stopped automatically.“Thanks.” Quinn said dryly then stuck her hands unde
Mila stood outside the skyscraper of a building of Zortek Industries, nibbling on her fingernail nervously as she watched the suited people come and go through the tight security. She suddenly had the creeping feeling that these guys might not just be businessmen. A few of them had neck tattoos and tattoos peeking out from their shirt sleeves, the men in black suits that seemed to just hover around were menacing. When she got a glimpse of one open his jacket and flutter it showing the butt of a gun strapped to his side was enough to make her change her mind about going in.Whoever these guys were it really wasn’t worth it. She had hoped to go in and talk to someone to identify Quinn’s brother and let him know she had information concerning his sister and hopefully get something out of it, like the money to buy a new pair of shoes or handbag.The thought of getting Cory and Quinn found out and possibly broken up by the brother was all she was really after, a
“I have the start of my night classes at Columbia tomorrow evening.” Quinn announced as she came downstairs the next morning after checking an email on her phone to find Reese and Cory both on their phones and sipping coffee. She noticed the living room had been cleaned up and blushed a little to realize that whoever cleaned up last night would have heard the three of them having sex…they had made her cry out quite loudly a few times in orgasm. She looked left from the stairs and saw Tank standing behind the kitchen counter pulling subway out of an Uber delivered bag.“Did you clean up?” She asked a little demurely.Tank just grinned as he lifted his sandwich and bit into it.Reese clicked his fingers. “Babe…come here…what do you mean night classes, first I’m hearing about it?”“Dad set it up with the Board, it coincides with my training nights so I can take her to training go to classes
warning - Sex ScenesIn the shower the two of them enjoyed soaping up every crevice of Quinn’s body as she grabbed the wall for dare life on shaky legs. They were both on their knees on either side of her, fingering her with the water jetting straight up between her legs, kissing her thighs making sure she was nice and clean before returning to the bedroom.Quinn turned and dropped down to her knees to face Reese. They both looked at her with curiosity and amusement, they both knew she was close to coming again and wondered at what she was going to say.She cupped Reese’s cheek tenderly making him grab her hand and kiss the palm. “I want to ride you…” She breathed out then turned to Cory and cupped his cheek. “…then you, I want to be on top of both of you…”Reese chuckled a husky deep rumble as Cory thrummed and bit his lip. “Sounds like a great idea…” Reese admitted smugly as he
Warning - Sex scenesQuinn was curled up on Cory’s lap, dozing, when they finally reached Reese’s place. He reached into the car and gently took her from Cory so he could get out. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face with a little smile.“Are we here?”“Yeah, babe…welcome to my pad.” He put her down on her feet, keeping a steadying arm around her.“Will we be safe here?” Cory asked as he stretched his legs.“Of course.” Bulletproof said casually. “We have our men watching the place…”Reese rolled his eyes, he hated being under his father’s men’s watch but what choice did he have now he had Quinn here, he certainly couldn’t risk a front on confrontation with the mafia right here.Cory squinted at the guy. “And who are you, I haven’t seen you around here before?”“This is Bulletproof…he’s basically just a human shield.” Reese hissed snidely, taking Quinn’s hand and walking in through the back gate to the pool area.Quinn looked back at the sour look on Bulletproof’s face as Cor
Reese was just stepping up onto the path heading to the front door when Quinn went flying past Cory’s dad, opened the door and bolted out into Reese’s arms.He caught her strongly, pressing her cheek to his chest with one large hand on her head the other curled around her waist.“Hey, hey…it’s okay.”He looked up and met Michael’s gaze. It was cool and serious, his expression grim. Reese saw Cory step up behind him looking despondent.“Mr McMillan.” Reese said, cold but polite.“Reese…” He looked up at the two big men standing by the car looking menacing. “You better come in…tell them to sit in the car we don’t like thugs here.”Reese licked his tongue over his teeth in a mocking way. “No? Just a couple of blocks away is fine though, eh?”Michael’s mouth twisted and he turned away to walk back inside. Reese knew Michael
That night at home Michael called Cory up from the basement to his study for a private chat.“What’s happening?” Cory asked as he entered to find his father sitting in his chair nursing a large whisky.Michael sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Close the door I don’t want your mother or Quinn hearing this.”Cory frowned and backed up to close the door before walking over and taking a seat.“Antonio Ferrante paid me a visit at work today.” He announced.“What the hell?” Cory exclaimed. “Why can’t he just let Quinn do what she wants?”“That’s what I said to him.”“And?”“He pretty much said if he sees her out on the street she’s fair game…but he won’t stop her continuing to attend lectures.”“As if…” Cory grumbled. “All he’ll do is wait outside the campus gates fo
Michael was sitting in on a meeting with the prosecution team of a serious murder case on Monday when an assistant entered the board room looking extremely flustered.“Sir…an Antonio Ferrante is in the building demanding to talk to you.”Michael sighed, passing a weary hand over his face. “Damn it, I knew this would happen.”“Is this something to do with why his father turned up to the awards night, Saturday?” One prosecution lawyer asked. Luckily everyone in this meeting were in his pocket about such things like the Ferrantes.Michael appraised him. “Yeah, unfortunately it’s of a personal matter concerning my son…make that arrogant SOB wait.” He ordered to the assistant.“Ah, sir…what if he gets violent?” The assistant asked literally trembling in fear of the man and his reputation.“He’s not going to come in here in the middle of Police Headq
“What?” Reese spat, then shook his head. “That little brat!”“Go let him in…” Cillian said to the man.He bowed his head. “Yes, sir.”Reese wiped a hand over his face, exasperated by his golden retriever’s actions. “I told him to stay at home.”Cillian gave his son a very worldly look. “Just what is your plan involving those two?”Reese’s piercing gaze hit Cillian like a freight train. “Why?”Cillian chuckled. “Just remember…although we have a moral code others do not. Weakness is weakness…if you can’t keep them safe get rid of them if they mean that much to you. It’s safer for them in the long run.”Reese leaned forward, his elbows on his knees and covered his face with a bitter growl. “Fuck…”Cillian frowned, concerned. “Who means that much to you? The boy or the
Cillian O’Shea sat out the back of his large home by the pool sipping a strong black coffee and enjoying the fine autumn day. His lovely lady was swimming, doing laps in the heated pool and he loved to watch her fluid motions as she free-stroked back and forth, slicing through the water with almost no splash…she had grown up in California so loved to swim as her way of exercise.He looked up at the men in suits standing on either side of the pool area at the two different exits from the house, sometimes he couldn’t wait to give up this lifestyle and retire away somewhere where the world was a safer place for the likes of a gangster like him. Having to be constantly watched over got a little tiring after a while, that’s why he tried so hard to give his son, Reese, as much freedom to live as he could right now. Once he was in this cage there was no leaving it until you were prepared to change your identity and disappear.He sighed, leaning his he