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
Trigger warning - Explicit sex scenesReese stopped a waiter abruptly, startling him to see Reese carrying a young woman.“Where’s the back entrance?”“Ah…this way, Sir. Is anything wrong, do you need an ambulance?”“No, we’re fine.”As they crossed the road Reese saw a convenience store two doors down from the hotel and put Quinn down on her feet gently. “Wait here for a sec…”Cory and Quinn waited as he ran down the street and into the store, Quinn bit her lip as Cory huffed impatiently.“What the fuck is he doing?”Quinn glanced at Cory but said nothing. She could guess exactly what he was doing and a nervous excitement started making her skin vibrate and deep inside her start to ache in anticipation.Cory seemed by instinct or pheromone smell to know and pulled her into his chest, his eyes surveying the street like a possessive seri
Five years later.Quinn got out of the taxi in front of the apartment building on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. She glanced up at the twenty story building with a whimsical smile on her lips. She had just arrived back in the US after spending fashion week in Paris modelling for a new fashion designer under a new brand called Eval Logic, edgy clothing that she loved to wear so much she had invested in it. After investing she inadvertently became the face of the brand so when the designer got invited to join fashion week in Paris as one of their featured young up and comers of course Quinn had to go as the model. It had been a blast and a whirlwind, but now she was nervous. Even though the planning had taken a month and she had spoken of it to her boys, she had just left in the end without them because they were busy. She had pissed them off and now she was back to face the consequences.She glanced at her bodyguard, Trent, as he glared at her for pausi
“If you are all serious about this throuple relationship, then Cory and Quinn will marry in a spectacular wedding covered by the press…you, my boy, will have to play the third in the shadows…”Cory and Quinn looked horrified but Reese nodded solemnly. “Got it….yeah, it makes sense.”“How the hell does that make sense to you, Rice?” Cory yelled.Reese turned in his seat to face Quinn and Cory. “To be honest I was going to suggest something pretty similar anyway…you’re going to be a lawyer, you’re son of the Police Commissioner, you’re record is clean and Quinn is going to pass her college degree and get a good job…meanwhile I am about to take over from Dad when I graduate…I’ll have eyes on me wherever I go.”“I don’t care about that…” Quinn piped up. “I’ve lived with the mafia, I know how these things work&h
Michael and Wendy were waiting at the airport as they got off the plane. Cory went up to his dad and they embraced as Reese and Quinn watched. Wendy came up to Quinn and took her into her arms for a hug.“We’re so glad you’re all safe and sound…”“Let’s make sure this is the end of all the drama.” Michael said, glancing at Reese.Reese sucked his teeth and looked away, not giving any promises. He saw a group of men wearing black making their way over. He stiffened as he saw his father in the middle of them.“Wait here.” He said and walked off to meet with him.“Dad, what are you doing here?” Reese asked.“I’ve come to take you home.” Cillian’s eyes lifted to where Quinn was standing with the McMillan family. “I need to talk to her.”Reese’s eyes clouded and narrowed. “Why right now?”“Reese,
Warning - sex scenesAs Reese led Quinn and Cory into a hotel room back on mainland Italy in the city of Genoa Quinn wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face into his back and squeezing him tightly.He grimaced, grabbing her hands and pulling them apart. “Jesus, take it easy, baby…”“He’s got fractured ribs, bunny…” Cory came up behind her and took her arms, making her step back away from Reese as Reese smiled down at her and pinched her chin.“I’m sorry, I just…I missed you so much…”“We both missed you too, babe…” Reese said before turning away and clearing his pockets of his phone, wallet and passport, taking off his jacket and dropping down into the small couch in the room.Quinn could see they had already been staying here before going over to Sicily as their suitcases were still on the floor by the bureau.&ldq
Quinn was sitting on a garden seat under a pergola, guarded by four armed men. She had seen Augusto standing in the doorway smoking and something told her that something was going on. She had been led out here in her white chemise and matching robe – still the only clothing she had been allowed to wear for two weeks, not including underwear - and told to sit quietly and wait.Wait for what?She looked up at a commotion over at Augusto’s study and saw Reese stumble out the door and lift his head to look in her direction. She stood up in surprise. “Reese?” She breathed.One of the men guarding her growled. “Go!”She blinked up at him thinking he was ordering her back to her room but he was pointing towards Reese. She was scared it was a trap and not Reese at all.“Quinn!” His voice rang out and she wailed as she was running.He went to run towards her but Augusto clamped a hand on his shoulder pr
Ten days later Reese and Cory got out of the Fiat taxi in front of the gates of a villa a mile from the main city of Palermo. They had arrived in Italy the day before catching a boat across that morning and now they stood before the house of the man that had Quinn, Don Augusto Ferrante.The fact that there were several armed guards standing on the other side of the gates told them their visit had already been informed to Augusto. It had been obvious when they told the taxi driver the address it was well known and the taxi driver had spoken to his comrades at the ferry terminal park in Italian, they had all bristled and shouted at them. Reese had pulled a wallet full of cash and told the driver he could have it all. One had made a phone call as the driver herded them into his car laughing and nodding. He probably thought to just drop them off to their deaths and go about his day.Reese looked through the wrought iron gate at the guards and sucked his teeth. He was still
That night Reese walked up the front steps of a nice house in the Hamptons, as he approached the door it opened to reveal Cory standing there, his lower leg in a cast with a hospital moonboot over it.“Reese! What the fuck, man!?”Reese enveloped him in a huge embrace, dropping his face into the side of Cory’s neck and breathing in deeply. Cory reached around him and embraced him too, clinging on to fistfuls of Reese’s jacket. That made Reese gasp in pain and Cory dropped his arms, retreating a step as he gripped Reese’s shoulders and looked into his eyes.“What the fuck have you done to yourself? You better come in.”Cory helped Reese into the main living area and down onto the couch. He looked up as Michael walked in looking not very pleased.Reese looked up through his hair at the Police Commissioner and smirked as Cory sat beside him and grabbed his hand. Cory looked up with a grimace at his father.
Antonio drove them to an old disused warehouse that he owned the land of and sometimes used the warehouse to store pallets of goods he would rather authorities didn’t see. He stepped out of the back of the car with an air of confidence as Matteo went into the trunk and pulled out a briefcase, he placed it down on the bonnet of the car and opened it up, pulling out a document and placing it next to the briefcase.Reese got out of his car and looked at Matteo and Antonio dubiously.“You already have a contract?”“No, that is a standard NDA contract, we can write on the back of it.” Matteo explained.“Huh…” Reese snorted. “Alright then…conditions.”“Winner gets the girl…it’s his responsibility to go and pick her up.” Antonio sneered.Matteo gave him a raised eyebrow, smirking while he wrote it down.Reese clucked his tongue, not getting the amuse
Reese was just getting out of his car with Tank and Bulletproof in the carpark of his condo when a Bentley raced up behind his car and blocked him in. He stood up, looking over at the Bentley knowing exactly who it was.“Stay here.” He said to Bulletproof and Tank, putting his hands in his jacket pockets and leaning on the back of his car, staring at the back of the Bentley as the driver got out and opened the door.Matteo got out of the passenger side quickly coming around as Antonio barreled out of the back storming up to Reese and getting in his face as Matteo tried to hold him back.“You fucking little shit, what the hell do you think you’re doing? We’ve had years of peace that you’ve managed to ruin in a matter of days! Who is going to compensate me for business losses! And now your father has executed Sean Flanagan? Have you Irish dogs all gone rabid?”Reese sucked his teeth at the verbal onslaught, side eye