ODETTEA warm body pressing against mine was what had me stirring from my sleep. Jericho had left me earlier in the night to meet with his brothers. They were meant to meet with Eddie tonight and, as much as I wanted to be there, I knew this was something the three brothers needed to take care of. So, after binge-watching my favorite t.v. series—the vampire diaries—and eating as much microwave popcorn as I possibly could, I trudged my fatigue-ridden body to bed and passed out cold. Originally, I planned to wait for Jericho to come home so I could hear the details of his meeting but exhaustion weighed down my body like a ton of quick-drying cement, especially after the day I had. Two thick arms coiled around my midriff until my back was pressed to a rippled, toned chest and torso. The heat emitting from his body had beads of sweat collecting at my temples and—when he ducked his head into the crook of my neck and inhaled deeply before letting out a long, gradual exhale—I caught a whiff
ODETTEThere was a bounce in my step and a glow in my face which was not there yesterday. It was surprising how one action, one night, could change so much about a person. The smile marking my face was unflinching and, although my muscles pained from being set in the same position for so long, I found I liked having it light up my face. It made me look years younger, like a giddy teenage girl who had just discovered what love was for the first time. I laughed lightly to myself, shaking my head at my own thoughts as I gripped the handle of the coffee pot as firmly as I could. My hands ached after clawing at Jericho's back most of the night for stability as I trembled beneath him. He liked it. Practically begged for it. The coffee pot shook as I lifted it out of its holster causing me to close my fingers around the handle tighter. Determination had my brows scrunching together and my mouth pinching in a thin line. I had a lot more reasons to want to be better now, even if I couldn't b
ODETTEJericho set me down and gestured to our clothes sprawled over the floor, "Put something on," he said as he shrugged on his boxers and grabbed a hair tie from the pedestal to prop his hair into a top knot. A grimace twisted his handsome features when he noted the coffee which had spilled when he had been straddling me on the bed, fucking my breasts and mouth, "I'm sorry. I know you were proud of making that and I'm proud of you for doing it all on your own with no assistance required. I'll clean it up.""It's okay," my cheeks heated as blood pooled beneath the thin veil of skin, "I have no complaints."He closed the space between us, gripping the back of my neck and sealing his mouth against mine with a searing kiss, "Good because I have none either."The knock sounded again, louder as if the person was trying the punch a hole into the door. A low, annoyed growl rumbled at the back of Jericho's throat. It was such a sexy sound that shot right through me like a lethal bullet to
ODETTE"Do you need anything else?" Ace asked as he stood in the center of my loft-style apartment. I gave the small place a once over. It had been ages since I had been here. Everything had collected a thick layer of dust. A double bed sat at the furthest end of the room with green—the color of Jericho's eyes—nets around it. When I had bought the nets I remembered thinking of him. It was a green that was difficult to come by so I made sure to grab them.More toward the center was a sleeper couch with two single sofas on each side. My television was mounted on the wall to save space. I had a kitchenette through a door on the left and a bathroom through the door on the right—equally as small. It wasn't much but it was home. It was what I could afford on a cop's salary and I was happy with it. "I don't think so," I murmured dejectedly. After I argued with Jericho, the bubble of elation that cocooned me had burst. I felt like a drug addict suffering from severe withdrawals, aching for
ODETTEAfter a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long. Even with the ocean view with golden sands and the warm, yellow glow of the sun shimmering off the waves or the salty sea breeze which carried an array of aromas from the restaurants lining this stretch of road, I couldn't truly enjoy the experience. One: I was running away and hiding from dangerous men trying to kill me. The thought gnawed restlessly at the back of my mind no matter how much I tried to stifle it. Two: Jericho, my best fr
JERICHO I scrubbed a hand down my face, scratching the stubble coating my jaw as my eyes skimmed over lines and lines of unintelligible scrawl. If the book wasn't written in a code I couldn't crack, it was also written in scrawl only a doctor could probably decipher. Then it hit me. What if this section of the book I was unraveling wasn't written in code at all? What if this was some type of medical note? It would explain so many things. It was a long shot but I knew Gunnar would have someone on his team able to make sense of the lines which seemed to blend into one another. The quicker I could get the information we needed, the quicker I could get Odette back. Admitting my love for her was one of the scariest and bravest things I could have ever done. I may not have been wired like my brothers. Violence was not my first solution to every problem. And yet, the thought of firing a gun and settling a bullet between two eyes wasn't as disconcerting as admitting my love for Odette. W
JERICHOI awoke chained to a chair. The warmth of a low-hung light bulb had sweat beading over my forehead, rolling down until it burned my eyes. I was dragged from my bed and knocked unconscious. Those were the last memories I had. Now, I was God only knew where with no one to find me. The heated steel ring on my index finger burned. If Gunnar figured out I was missing, he could track the ring. I just needed to buy myself time. There was no point in him plotting my rescue if I was no longer alive. He would just end up walking into a trap. Maybe that was the point. Maybe Eddie wanted Gunnar to find me, and walk into this trap so he could eliminate us both. The thought had a wave of adrenaline surging through my veins. I struggled against the chains which bound my wrists, tugged until they rubbed my flesh raw and a shot of pain zapped through my tense muscles like a bolt of lightning. The hiss that fled through my clenched molars echoed off the concrete walls. A chill passed in the
ODETTE"What do you mean?" Anger flashed like a hot, searing beam of light against my vision, causing tears too well to ease the burn, "I haven't been gone for more than seventy-two hours and something bad has already happened?"Gunnar's hard voice drifted into the receiver of the encrypted burner phone Ace had prohibited me from using. Shuffling sounded in the background before a string of muffled curses followed, "I'm at his apartment. He called me and I told him I'd meet him when I landed. He never answered any of my phone calls after that. I came straight here after I landed. Everything in his apartment is thoroughly destroyed."My irritation fizzled and popped in my eardrums, like the pressure experienced at high altitude, while my blood thrummed and heart pounded like a war drum against my ribcage, "How long ago did you last speak to him?" My tone may have seeped out of me leveled and cool but my hands quivered as they wiped away my silent tears. The scars caught and held my at
ODETTE One week. For one week I refused to leave Jericho's beside unless I had to. I couldn't keep food down but I forced myself to try because, I knew when he finally woke up, he wouldn't be pleased with seeing how much weight I had lost in just a handful of days. He would wake up, though. He had to.I needed him. It sounded strange to place so much importance on any single individual. To love someone was to give them a part of your heart knowing it would be a part you could never get back. They would take that piece of you into the afterlife if they departed, allowing you to wither away as a result of their loss. Because, without them, you were incomplete. Jericho was the sun in my solar system. He was the anchor. Bursts of warmth and mirth only existed when I orbited him. Without him, I was cold and desolate, aimlessly floating around space with no tether. He was my best friend. He was every word. He was every sentence. He was every line. He was everything. To love someone so
JERICHO Time had no essence. It slipped and spilled. It ticked and rolled. From one moment into the next torturous moment. My will to live dwindled and the thread of life I grasped now sat at the edge of my fingertips. I wasn't sure how much time passed but once the torturing started, I stopped caring. The pain had me retreating into the darkest corners of my mind and yet, solace and silence still evaded me. I shifted in and out of lucidity as gruesome, unspeakable acts were performed on my body. The fowl, metallic stench of blood permeated the air, and my screams and pleas caused a dull ringing in my ears. Hatred danced across my tongue with bile as its partner and my heart playing a hazardous rhythm. Echoes of agony rattled my bones. I sat, chained to this chair with no means to fight back. My kneecaps had been shattered, fingers broken, hair pulled out, nearly drowned, flesh carved from my body, and when I lost consciousness, they brought me back to repeat it all over again. I ha
ODETTE"What do you mean?" Anger flashed like a hot, searing beam of light against my vision, causing tears too well to ease the burn, "I haven't been gone for more than seventy-two hours and something bad has already happened?"Gunnar's hard voice drifted into the receiver of the encrypted burner phone Ace had prohibited me from using. Shuffling sounded in the background before a string of muffled curses followed, "I'm at his apartment. He called me and I told him I'd meet him when I landed. He never answered any of my phone calls after that. I came straight here after I landed. Everything in his apartment is thoroughly destroyed."My irritation fizzled and popped in my eardrums, like the pressure experienced at high altitude, while my blood thrummed and heart pounded like a war drum against my ribcage, "How long ago did you last speak to him?" My tone may have seeped out of me leveled and cool but my hands quivered as they wiped away my silent tears. The scars caught and held my at
JERICHOI awoke chained to a chair. The warmth of a low-hung light bulb had sweat beading over my forehead, rolling down until it burned my eyes. I was dragged from my bed and knocked unconscious. Those were the last memories I had. Now, I was God only knew where with no one to find me. The heated steel ring on my index finger burned. If Gunnar figured out I was missing, he could track the ring. I just needed to buy myself time. There was no point in him plotting my rescue if I was no longer alive. He would just end up walking into a trap. Maybe that was the point. Maybe Eddie wanted Gunnar to find me, and walk into this trap so he could eliminate us both. The thought had a wave of adrenaline surging through my veins. I struggled against the chains which bound my wrists, tugged until they rubbed my flesh raw and a shot of pain zapped through my tense muscles like a bolt of lightning. The hiss that fled through my clenched molars echoed off the concrete walls. A chill passed in the
JERICHO I scrubbed a hand down my face, scratching the stubble coating my jaw as my eyes skimmed over lines and lines of unintelligible scrawl. If the book wasn't written in a code I couldn't crack, it was also written in scrawl only a doctor could probably decipher. Then it hit me. What if this section of the book I was unraveling wasn't written in code at all? What if this was some type of medical note? It would explain so many things. It was a long shot but I knew Gunnar would have someone on his team able to make sense of the lines which seemed to blend into one another. The quicker I could get the information we needed, the quicker I could get Odette back. Admitting my love for her was one of the scariest and bravest things I could have ever done. I may not have been wired like my brothers. Violence was not my first solution to every problem. And yet, the thought of firing a gun and settling a bullet between two eyes wasn't as disconcerting as admitting my love for Odette. W
ODETTEAfter a close to eighteen-hour flight with two stops in between—one of which Gunnar had made, we landed in South Africa, in the province of KwaZulu-Natal. We were hauled up in a hotel room near the beach. The city we were staying in—from the little I had seen—was beautiful. Durban seemed to be filled with people of different races and ethnicity. It was different from what I had expected. Then again, I didn't know what to expect when Ace said we were going to a safe house. All I knew was that we wouldn't be staying at this hotel for very long. Even with the ocean view with golden sands and the warm, yellow glow of the sun shimmering off the waves or the salty sea breeze which carried an array of aromas from the restaurants lining this stretch of road, I couldn't truly enjoy the experience. One: I was running away and hiding from dangerous men trying to kill me. The thought gnawed restlessly at the back of my mind no matter how much I tried to stifle it. Two: Jericho, my best fr
ODETTE"Do you need anything else?" Ace asked as he stood in the center of my loft-style apartment. I gave the small place a once over. It had been ages since I had been here. Everything had collected a thick layer of dust. A double bed sat at the furthest end of the room with green—the color of Jericho's eyes—nets around it. When I had bought the nets I remembered thinking of him. It was a green that was difficult to come by so I made sure to grab them.More toward the center was a sleeper couch with two single sofas on each side. My television was mounted on the wall to save space. I had a kitchenette through a door on the left and a bathroom through the door on the right—equally as small. It wasn't much but it was home. It was what I could afford on a cop's salary and I was happy with it. "I don't think so," I murmured dejectedly. After I argued with Jericho, the bubble of elation that cocooned me had burst. I felt like a drug addict suffering from severe withdrawals, aching for
ODETTEJericho set me down and gestured to our clothes sprawled over the floor, "Put something on," he said as he shrugged on his boxers and grabbed a hair tie from the pedestal to prop his hair into a top knot. A grimace twisted his handsome features when he noted the coffee which had spilled when he had been straddling me on the bed, fucking my breasts and mouth, "I'm sorry. I know you were proud of making that and I'm proud of you for doing it all on your own with no assistance required. I'll clean it up.""It's okay," my cheeks heated as blood pooled beneath the thin veil of skin, "I have no complaints."He closed the space between us, gripping the back of my neck and sealing his mouth against mine with a searing kiss, "Good because I have none either."The knock sounded again, louder as if the person was trying the punch a hole into the door. A low, annoyed growl rumbled at the back of Jericho's throat. It was such a sexy sound that shot right through me like a lethal bullet to
ODETTEThere was a bounce in my step and a glow in my face which was not there yesterday. It was surprising how one action, one night, could change so much about a person. The smile marking my face was unflinching and, although my muscles pained from being set in the same position for so long, I found I liked having it light up my face. It made me look years younger, like a giddy teenage girl who had just discovered what love was for the first time. I laughed lightly to myself, shaking my head at my own thoughts as I gripped the handle of the coffee pot as firmly as I could. My hands ached after clawing at Jericho's back most of the night for stability as I trembled beneath him. He liked it. Practically begged for it. The coffee pot shook as I lifted it out of its holster causing me to close my fingers around the handle tighter. Determination had my brows scrunching together and my mouth pinching in a thin line. I had a lot more reasons to want to be better now, even if I couldn't b