"What is it again when you have three of one number and two of another?" Sweetcheeks asked. I threw down my cards on the table with a groan. "Full house." I narrowed my eyes as I studied her. There was no way she was this good. Beginner's luck notwithstanding. She shot me a smile, red brushing her cheeks. "How many hands is this that's she's won?" Tove asked, a look of disgust on his face. "Fifteen?""Seventeen," Thane said. She bounced in her chair, a little butt wiggle thing that was driving me to distraction with how it made her tits jiggle under her shirt. I was going to need another fucking cold shower before I could get to bed. And jerking off in the cold water was my least favorite of all jerk sessions. But I wouldn't wipe the smile off her face for anything in the world. Even calling her a cheater. Which I'm ninety-nine percent sure she is. She's either cheating or been playing for a lot longer than a couple hours. "Maybe we should play for stakes," Tove sai
Keep it cool, man. You're going to freak her out. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. I couldn't fucking believe that I was the winner at poker. And that even though we were both just going to sleep, I got the girl as the spoils of victory. Nothing spoiled about her. If I could go back in time and tell my younger self that I'd get a smart, beautiful, wildly awesome woman like Hollyn, I would say not to worry about being dorky with computers and numbers and DnD. In the end, it didn't matter. I pushed open the door, hit the lights. They turned to the lowest setting automatically as the windows darkened. My California King size bed looked massive. I almost wished I had a double, hell even a single, so I could snuggle with this crazy, sexy woman all night long. She sank to her knees next to the bed, giving me a mind-blowing view of her ass. "Night night, Tove." She sprawled out on the floor. My brow wrinkled. "What are you doing on the floor, Hols?" I asked quietly.
I turned back to the other two brothers. "I don't really understand anything of what just happened." I took another drink of water to help push the bile back down. I could connect the dots well enough to know that, somehow, I was partially to blame for the blackmail attempt. Tove looked at me. "Was your mother named Moira Hellen Parker?"I jerked again. My brow furrowed. "How could you possibly know that?"He raised one finger. He tapped on his phone screen. Flipped it around so I could see it. "Is this her?"I looked at the screen and felt the bottom of my belly fall out. I nodded as I looked at the face of the single person who had truly loved me. I took the phone from his hand as tears gathered in my eyes. "She was so beautiful. So happy. I'll never understand why she ran away to the Oaks.""I think your mother was running for her life, and she unfortunately ran into the wrong guy. From what I could find, Moira Hellen Parker was born as Mary Ellen Elgesmythe. Not a lot ab
I slid a tracker into the hem of the shirt. I could figure out what she was going to try to do. But soon, she would learn that I didn't break my promises. Nor did I let people take what was mine. Not without severe consequences. Walking back out into the living room, Sweetcheeks was drumming her fingers on the granite countertop in the kitchen. She nibbled and twisted on her lower lip. As I watched, she winced and dabbed at her lip with her fingers. Rolling her eyes, she stuck the tip of her finger in her mouth. Mumbled around the digit. When she pulled it from her mouth, she gave it a smirk. She was amazing. She was mine. "Here. You might want to wear these." I handed her a pair of joggers, a t-shirt, and a hoodie. Late September wasn't freezing, but it could get a little nippy. I dropped a pair of socks and slide sandals at her feet. She literally cringed. "Do I have to?" She nudged one of the sandals with her big toe. I snickered. "Yeah, sweetcheeks. You do. The
"Just fix it, Jameson," I said. The idiot needed to be moved to a different section if he couldn't figure out the simplest of routine fixes. I walked back to my office and pulled up the encrypted file I had started at home. We needed more information. At least we finally knew who the master was. I could start doing a deep dive on him. But it was going to be very tricky. The man was richer than Midas and he had his own computer team protecting his data from here to eternity. It wouldn't matter. Not in the grand scheme of things. He'd hurt my Hollyn, and that shit wasn't going to stand. I set up another autotask to mine for data between the Walsh, Kavanaugh, and Cananach names. Then another with all of those and the Christiansens. The fact that Ainsley was involved in this mess should have come as a shock. But when I thought about it, I could see the calculation and predatory look in her gaze too often. I wouldn't be surprised if she knew we had magical blood in our family ei
I felt it in my belly before the call ever came through. I knew something had happened to her. To Hollyn. Like a light had been snuffed out inside me, I felt the moment she lost consciousness. My world plunged into the darkness with her. "Seems your brother is getting lax in his duties as bodyguard, lover," Ainsley said in my ear. The complete deadness on her end of the line signaled an encrypted channel. "What do you want, Ainsley?" I asked, but I already knew. And I knew I would do anything to get Stretch back. "Exactly what we talked about. Show up at the gala, be charming and sexy. Tell daddy that you were wrong. That you undercut Jonathan on purpose, knowing it was him."I gritted my teeth. "Why does this matter so much to you? It's a buried comm line out in the middle of nowhere.""Why doesn't matter. Not to you and your performance. Just do what I want, and you'll get your dirty whore back. Fight me on this, make a stink, or try to go around me, and I'll make sure y
I blinked rapidly, tried to clear the clouds and mist from my vision. It still looked like I was standing in the middle of a cloud bank. I reached up to rub my eyes. Only I couldn't. Restrained once again. Damn it. I reached out with my senses. It didn't work in this world as well as it had worked when I was in the Village. Nature whispered to me there. But all the cement and metal in Triport blocked that communication. Nothing whispered back to me. Time for the old-fashioned route."Hello?" I called softly. "It's awake," a hard, feminine voice called. She grabbed at something on my head and yanked. I rolled my lips in to keep from shouting when she pulled some of my hair out with whatever the cloth had been. I blinked again, glad my eyes hadn't been lying to me. They were still working. I looked up at the woman. She had a very thin body. So thin, I could see most of her bony parts. Her hip bones looked like mountain cliffs in her tight muted green dress. Her dark red
Wednesday afternoon"The signal is still in one place. I've got it narrowed down to two buildings. They're packed so closely together, that the signal is bouncing," I told Tag over the phone. "Give me both addresses. My team is ready to set up surveillance. We just need a spot."I sent him the geotag for the tracker. I didn't know what kind of battery it had, but it was a miracle it had lasted this long. I prayed to anyone and anything that would listen that we got to her in time. Thanked the universe for letting the tracker work. For giving Tag the foresight to put it in her clothes.We'd sat around the last two nights trying to come up with a plan to get her out before the gala. Everything we came up with bordered on insane and carried a super high risk of getting Hollyn hurt or killed. They were thrown out immediately. "Once we get a solid location on her, I'll hit you back," Tag said and hung up before I could say anything. I sent up another string of prayers and pleas