"Hey," Brack's warm hand rubbed my shoulder.I cried harder. "You don't understand.""I think I do."I was too upset to respond. He let me cry for several minutes, making slow circles on my back. When he spoke, his voice was low and soothing, "When we're faced with death, it's a normal reaction to reaffirm life. Sex is the best way to do that. There isn't a Marine out there who will tell you differently."He had my full attention now. "You were a Marine?" I sniffed."Yes, and then a cop," he said as he pulled a few strands of hair from my face."You're too young.""And you're too young to be the reigning world singles champion. I joined the Marines at eighteen and went to the police academy at twenty-two."I sniffed again. "Why did you quit?"He hesitated a moment and I thought he wouldn't answer. "I spent my military enlistment in the Middle East and saw some very bad things. My Marine brothers died. Women and children died and I never suffered an injury. Three years after jo
With Brack's new glasses, I was back to not seeing his eyes again. I'm not sure why he wanted them covered all the time. I wondered if children teased him when he was young. Kids could be awful. I'm sure they didn't appreciate the beauty and only noticed his eyes were different.I kicked his ass in racquetball and he kicked mine on the mat. This was not self-defense. Brack truly wanted me to kill this guy. I'm not sure why it was so important to him. I also understood on a deeper level that I was scared shitless. The thought of going toe to toe with a killer froze my insides.Fight or flight, Brack called it. I didn't tell him how terrified I was, but he knew. Brack was trying to train the flight instinct out of me."There's a time to run and there's a time to kill this motherfucker. That's what you're training for."I grumbled as Brack continued to pummel me with his tough-love techniques. I swam, ran, played racquetball, and picked myself up off the mat more times than I could co
There's always another crazy motherfucker out there. That thought ran repeatedly through my mind. Brack said not to allow fear to rule me, but it was hard. My stalker made me afraid of everything. I was not the same person I was a year ago. Back then, my middle name was, "Take on the world." Today it was, "Just survive until tomorrow."Later that morning, Brack played two racquetball games against me and I felt a great deal of satisfaction when his frustration finally showed. "Do you ever lose?" he asked while fighting for breath.I used Brack's favorite comebackkeep it frustratingly simple. "No.""You know I didn't think you had a chance of beating me that first day."I could only shake my head. "Even knowing what I could do on a tennis court?"Brack, who had bent double because he still wouldn't listen to me about opening his lungs, stood up. "The YouTube videos didn't do you justice."I laughed. "So which match did you watch?""Several, but my favorite was you and that Crosby
We cleaned up the kitchen together, which was another nightly routine we'd fallen into. When finished, Brack had me sit back in a chair while he removed my stitches. The wound itched, but didn't hurt at all. I skimmed my fingers over the short stubble of hair and sighed. I had survived with a small scar when another man gave his life."You make a good doctor. Maybe we can role play a doctor-nurse fantasy someday," I said to take me out of my morose thoughts. I expected a flip retort from Brack. Instead, he quietly placed his supplies back in the med kit and carried it into the bathroom.In complete exasperation, I waited for him to come out. "Can we go for a walk?" I asked as I headed to the door expecting Brack to follow."Not tonight."I turned. Putting my hands on my hips, I tried reining in my building temper. "Suppose you tell me why not."He looked away for a minute before removing his aviators and setting them on the table. At the removal of his glasses, dread filled me. I
I placed my hands against Brack's chest and gripped his shirt tightly in desperation. He surprised me by unsnapping my bra through the back of my t-shirt. He pulled on my lower lip with his teeth before his lips left mine long enough to tear my shirt over my head. My bra went with it. His mouth came back home. I needed this and I needed his skin against mine. I wrenched his shirt upward. There was nothing graceful about our sexual dance. Hot skin met hot skin. My nipples went hard. My breath came in short pants. His mouth ate them. Within seconds, our skin dampened with sweat from sliding against each other. The kiss was tongue, lips, and teeth. Nothing gentle. I unsnapped his jeans. Before I could work the zipper, he picked me up and carried me to the bed.My back hit the comforter and he whipped my shorts and panties off in one quick move. He didn't take time to look at my body, his eyes stayed on mine. The eyes that burned me from the inside out. He lowered his zipper and stepped o
I continued resting on my stomach with Brack splayed half over my back. He'd pulled my legs down to make me more comfortable but at the same time, he was heavy, and I loved it. His breath feathered through my hair and his palm made soothing motions on my thigh. We'd been this way for maybe ten minutes. Brack wasn't in a hurry to move, which was nice for a change. I was like most other women on the planet and enjoyed cuddling after sex."You awake?" he finally whispered."No," I immediately replied. That earned me a stinging pinch to my backside. "I don't think I can move," I added with a giggle."Mmm, me either."He made me smile. "You mind if I roll over?"He shifted and helped me resituate myself so I faced him with both of us on our sides. I think I could look into his unique eyes every day for the rest of my life. His fingers trailed down my cheek before placing a section of hair behind my ear.I had to ask, "So why now?"His eyes left mine for a split second before returnin
The following day, two additional bodyguards arrived at our island. Yep, our island. I could think of the hut as a home now, too. Both changes in thought were self-preservation. Scared didn't come close to touching the terror I felt over any thoughts of leaving. I could easily stay here for the rest of my life. We could build another hut for my father. He would do anything to keep me safe, including giving up his seat on the Senate floor.And monkeys could fly, red shoes would save my world, and I was a fool.I shook Ray's and Herman's hands firmly. These guys were not Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb. They signed up to stand between me and a bullet. Brack told me Herman, what a name for the thirtyish guy, was good with knives. He would be giving me lessons. His thin body was the exact opposite of Brack's. He was also a foot shorter. Looking into his dark eyes, I had no doubt he was lethal. Ray, on the other hand, looked like a big redheaded teddy bear. He blushed when his hand swamped m
Brack's mouth stayed glued to mine as he lowered my legs to the floor. He pushed my shorts to my ankles and I kicked them over my shoes to the floor. The only thing he took the time to do properly was lay my holstered gun down gently. His pants made it to his hips before he hoisted me back up and I locked my legs around him again. He gave a hard forward thrust pushing his cock deep inside me. I wished we'd taken the time to remove our shirts, but a moment later I didn't give a damn. His hands cupped my ass and spread my cheeks as two fingers entered my asshole. It burned and so did his cock. The last thing I was thinking about when we entered the hut was sex and my exhausted body was a little slow on the uptake. He slowed his thrust until my juices allowed him to glide smoothly."Harder," I cried. His mouth claimed mine again and we waged war with tongue and teeth. I swear he had better never cut his hair. My fingers tangled in the sweaty locks and pulled as I rode the steam engine ca
I hid in Italy for three weeks. Greg came with me and kicked my ass on the court. He actually made a great practice partner. I was back to clean eating and drinking only water. It surprised me when Greg brought a bottle of wine to my room one night."What's this for?" I asked when he gave me one of his golly-gee smiles. Greg was cute. And, married to a lovely woman who worshipped him."I've been your coach for three months now and I have no idea what makes you tick. It's time for a come to daddy talk. Or in your case, come to coach. I figured the alcohol might make it easier.""You'll need more than one bottle," I told him. He came back to my room ten minutes later with two more bottles in his hands. "Does your wife know you're getting drunk with a slutty tennis star tonight?" I smiled to take the sting out of calling myself a slut."She suggested it. We've had many long conversations about you.""How romantic."He poured our first glasses and tilted the edge of his glass against
I never returned to the hospital, which was entirely unfair of me. My anger at my father carried over to Brack. I was horrible. The man I loved hadn't fully recovered and I left him at the hospital alone. Okay, he had his parents and his team. But, bottom lineI was horrible and a coward. I ignored the calls from Brack and my father. Again- coward.I needed complete control of my life. It took me two weeks to come up with a plan. During those two weeks, I hired a new coach and trained until I could barely walk. I trained with a purpose. I'd had my own money. Not just from tennis but from my mother. I'd never used it. That was the way I punished her and myself. Now, for the first time, I paid for my own coach.I liked him. I could actually smile over the fact that my father paid for Jerry all those years while the two of them hated each other. Greg, my new coach, kicked my ass. I had no idea if I had a chance this season. But, winning the Grand Slam was in my peripheral vision and not
Two days later, the doctors discontinued the medication that kept Brack in a coma. My father showed up the morning after surgery and made me go home, shower, and change clothes. Brack's parents were staying in shifts. His mom promised she wouldn't leave his side until I returned. I hadn't really spoken to them. We stayed relatively quiet in Brack's room. I whispered encouragement and told him I was there. They gave us privacy, too. That's when I told him I loved him. Again and again, I whispered the words.My father and Senator Jacobs were cordial. Brack's mother treated my dad like a family friend. Apparently she'd been friends with my mom. I tried not to think about the ramifications of our two families tied together through me and Brack. It was too much to take right now.Brack still had the ventilator. The doctor reviewed best and worst case scenarios with us. I refused to listen to brain damage, paralysis, learning to walk and talk again, and so on. My focus was full recovery. I
Four hours later, I was passed out against Mack's shoulder when his cell rang. My brain registered the noise and I was pulled quickly from sleep."Yeah," he answered quietly. He listened for several minutes before responding. "I have her here with me. We'll be there in a minute." He slid his phone back in his pocket and looked at me. "He's in recovery. It was touch and go, but he pulled through. They have him in a sedated coma. He has a stent in his skull to relieve swelling. The doctor told his parents he came to before surgery and demanded to see you. His mom wants you up there if you think you can handle it."I was up and walking out of the emergency room before he finished, my heart pounding a hundred miles an hour. "What floor? I'm not waiting for you to waddle behind me."Snickers came from several of the guys. "I've got her," Molly said."Second floor."The elevator took so long I almost turned to the stairs. I'd do anything to get to him. Brack asked for me and I had to se
I ran toward Brack, who had fallen to the floor. There was so much blood and I tried wiping it off his face. My hands turned dark red."You did it, baby," he whispered before his body went completely limp.Sander and a woman who must be Molly ran into the enclosure with guns drawn. I could barely hear them. Echoed gunshots continued ringing in my ears."Call an ambulance and please someone check on my father. He's in the van," I said as I held Brack's head in my lap. Blood soaked my panties and covered my legs. Head wounds bleed, I kept saying to myself. Sander practically jumped over us and went straight to Ty's body. He turned back when he had assured himself Ty was no longer a threat."Where were you?" I asked softly. I didn't want Brack to hear me yelling at his team.Sander sat down next to me and took Brack's arm checking his pulse. "The bastard used some kind of scrambler. It took us a while to figure out the van didn't leave the premises. We recovered the phones. Brack had
Kids laughed. A mother scolded a young child for attempting to go under the bar and get closer to one of the cages. Brack and I stood in the center of the primate exhibit. My phone chirped. It didn't startle me this time; I was too numb. "Yes.""Walk over to the primate exhibit sign and you'll find another cell phone behind it. Exchange it for the one you're using. Have Mr. Jacobs leave his phone behind, too."Brack followed me to the sign and I did exactly as told. The phone was there. I picked it up and lay mine down. "He said to leave yours, too." Brack took his from his jeans pocket and placed it beside mine. Thankfully, no one paid attention to us. I had no idea what we needed to do next. The phone in my hand vibrated. This time I clicked the call button without saying a word."Go to your left and keep walking on the path. Did you bring my present?" I carried a bag with the dress inside so both of Brack's arms would be free. He carried a gun in a hidden leg holster."Yes, it's
The inside of my father's home was a crime scene. We sat on the couch in the front room away from the forensic team that arrived a few minutes before. The media camped at the gates added to the growing chaos.Even knowing Ty would eventually call, I jumped when my cell phone chirped. The display read "Unknown." My fingers trembled as I picked it up and answered, "Hello, Ty, or should I call you Leo?"His husky laugh sent goose bumps across my arms. "I told you not to call the police. You wouldn't listen and you'll pay for disobedience."My voice remained steady. "It wasn't me. You killed your mother, so what exactly did you expect? She worked for my dad for over thirty years. One plus one equals two, Leo." Fuller and Brack told me not to push him too hard. I had to make him believe I hadn't gone to the police, though."My mother had cancer and it was eating away at her. I did her a favor. She didn't walk in God's light. By making her repent and then killing her God may show mercy."
My heart stopped. Dread and terror filled me. Colors danced before my eyes making it hard to see. The whoosh of blood traveling into my head made it hard to hear. I had to get control of myself. I gulped in air. "You goddamn son of a bitch. If you hurt my father I'll kill you.""He that blasphemeth the name of the LORD shall be put to death and stoned. Remember that when you feel the pain of my hand, Olivia."Brack startled me by gathering me close and placing his head against mine so we both listened. "Where's my father?" I demanded."That's better. I have instructions for you, Olivia. You will follow them to the letter. Please bring that man with you. The one you've been with lately." His voice took on an eerie quality. "If a man commits adultery with another man's wife, both the man and the woman must be put to death." He breathed heavily and then gave a sadistic laugh. "You may choose your father or lover to pay for your sins. One shall die and the other walks away.""But-"He
I don't know what I expected love to be like. Violins playing, little cupids flying around with bow and arrows, hell maybe just cuddles in bed for hours. That wasn't what happened the following morning. Brack paced across the carpet of my living room with his cell to his ear listening to one of his men on the other end. He cast a glance or two my way. I could tell before the call ended that he would try his non-communication shit with me again.I was right."What's the news?" I asked the second he lowered the phone.He came over and sat beside me. "Nothing to worry about."I gave him my I'm-about-to-slam-you-with-a-tennis-racquet look. "Bullshit." I was beginning to notice his tells. The fingers traveling through his hair was a sign that he didn't want to enlighten me. I waited.He breathed out a slow and steady breath of air. "Mack didn't see his attacker, but he heard him before he lost consciousness."My heartbeat accelerated. "Okay. Spill it.""Mack told Herman that most of