Connor
“What the hell was that about?” I throw my hands up, frustrated.
Why was she so freaked out?
I look at the door that she rushed out of, then turn back to my computer. Without a thought, I enter a code, hack into her phone and ping her location.
There’s no way that I’m going to let her out of my sight.
I rub the back of my neck, trying to loosen the knot of stress I can feel forming. Taking my phone, I text her.
I know you need time, but while
April Sweat glides down my neck as I continuously strike the punching bag. However, nothing so far has worked to assuage my guilt. I know that it was a cowardly move to run out of the apartment earlier; I just couldn’t deal with all of the information they found. Eight kids are dead! Eight! How is that possible? And most of all,…why? Why would someone want to hurt those children? I don’t understand. They were innocent children who suffered so much. Why is someone silencing them? My throat clogs with emotion. For so long, I’ve felt helpless and alone because of what happened and the things Hansen put me through. When Micah appeared like an avenging angel and saved all of us, I thought that the kids would b
Connor “Where the fuck could she have gone?” I swear as I run out of the gym after the manager told me she wasn’t there. I look at my phone and look through the tracker before connecting it to one of my hacking tablets. Within moments the monitor in my tablet goes off, pinpointing April’s location. My brow furrows. She’s in the Port Authority subway. It’s heading to Bedford-Stuyvesant. Why the fuck would she go to such a rough neighborhood?” I turn the car toward Bedford and send a verbal command to my tablet. “Check the kidnapped kids’ files and see if any of them live in Bedford-Stuyvesant?” 
April My eyes widen with trepidation at Connor’s words. There’s nothing worse than having someone tell you that you need to talk because it never leads to anything good. The first guy I slept with before I came to live with Tate and Chelsea said the same thing after we fucked in one of the school’s custodial closets. I inwardly snicker when I remember him telling me that it was just a fuck. That it would be best if no one knew because his reputation would be ruined. I simply rolled my eyes then and told him that I was more than fine with not telling anyone. Unfortunately, I don’t think I will react the same way if Connor says the same thing. The very idea that he’d blow me off makes me feel murderous. Prepping for a rejection, I cross my arms in front of my chest in a defiant pose and
Connor I look at April’s exhausted form from the doorway and frown. She looks so sweet and soft that I have to force myself to leave the room before I ravish her again. Talking to the Burgman’s seemed to drain her. However, I could also see that it somewhat lightened her guilt. I look at the card in my hand and send a search command into my tablet. Hopefully, the phone number and name are enough. The drive home helped me think and review all of the information that the Burgmans shared. As we made our way back home, I couldn’t help but think about how easy it is to be in her arms. Usually, when I sleep with a woman, I’m ready to send her packing the next day. I never call them or go back for seconds. But wi
April I let Connor pull me between his thighs and rest my back against his firm chest. Closing my eyes, I sigh with contentment when his strong fingers pinch my nipples, and his other hand settles between my thighs, sifting through my bare folds. “Fuck, baby doll, you’re so wet.” He whispers in my ear. Connor emphasizes each word by plunging his fingers inside of my tight hole. “Oh, yes.” I sigh. He nips the tip of my ear before he tilts my chin up and angles my lips to his, kissing me deeply. Our tongues seek and rub sensually, fu
Connor “I’m taking your cell phone,” I mutter in April’s ear. She had to create some catering plans for Maleah this morning, so I used my home office. Once she realized that Declan called me to meet him at the warehouse because he’s back in town, she urged me to go. Her honey-colored eyes widen at my demand. “But…I need my phone.” I place my hand around her waist and kiss the tip of her nose. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not letting some asshole get away with harassing you. Now, be a good girl and give me the phone. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I’m done.”&
April “Give me the remote, Connor!” Connor lifts the television remote over his head with a sly grin as I try to reach for it. “Not until you agree that John Wick is the best movie ever made.” I roll my eyes at his antics. He showed up at the apartment earlier and made himself comfortable while I sorted my laundry. I have to say, an upside of staying at his apartment is that not only does he have a gym that I use, but he also has a laundry room. You’d understand why it’s so important if you lived in New York. There’s nothing worse than going to an overcrowded laundromat with weird people and machines that barely function. “I won’t admit to that. I’ve never even seen it.
Connor As we make our way back home, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come. It kills me to know that I have to hurt her. Especially knowing how much she has already suffered. I almost confessed something completely crazy earlier. Thankfully, I rethought my words before I got in too deep. Right now, my flight instincts are on overdrive. I feel conflicted because I do want her, but everything else scares me. Declan’s parting words come back to haunt me at that moment. Do I love April? I really didn’t want to hurt her, but I realized at that moment that I need time to think things through.
Connor The jazzy music playing at the bar blends with the crowd as I sit next to my best friend and watch my girlfriend and sister drink and talk. April and I have been living together for over a year, and it’s been amazing. Once we got all of the information we needed from Lynch and Waltman, we handed all the evidence to the FBI. After the media tore them apart, we watched gleefully as the police charged them with multiple cases of assault, kidnapping, rape, and murder. Not wanting to take the chance that they’d use their influence to escape sentencing, April and I made sure to assist them into the afterlife. We thought it would be appropriate that, like the kids they killed, each of them suffered an accident. Their suicides were media fodder for weeks.
April Adjusting my fitted bulletproof vest, I watch from an empty warehouse near Lynch’s supply warehouse as large delivery trucks come around the corner. It’s late into the night, and all we can see is the vast ominous skeletons of the industrial warehouses and the dark shift of the river’s lapping water. Solemn light posts stand like lonely giants across the empty lots, only to be accompanied by the midnight cloak of the starless sky. Connor, Micah, and I took point near the warehouse’s soiled windows while the others are spread out around other buildings surrounding the warehouse. The plan is to wait for Lynch, Waltman and their lackeys to arrive and begin unloading their cargo. We all came prepared with our black tactical gear and weapons. Connor leans close and mutters. “The wait
Connor I look at how damn sexy my girlfriend looks in her Sweet Perfect waitstaff uniform. Unlike the uniform she wears at work, the waitstaff must wear a fitted tuxedo with an SP pin on the lapel. The tux shows her breasts' lush curve above the jacket's open collar, and the slacks mold to her firm ass and thighs perfectly. I look down at my own tux and grin. I look good but not as good as April. April arches a brow when she notices my intent appraisal. “Is there something you want?” she asks cheekily. I snort. “There is, but only in the privacy of our home.” She moves close and wraps around my neck. “Am I making yo
April I take out my lockpicking tools and work on the lockbox. Within minutes, I get it open. Micah, Gideon and Connor surround me, their expressions rife with curiosity. A smile curves my lips when I see that the box is not empty. I will admit that for a moment there, I felt nervous that there would be nothing inside. As carefully as I can, I remove each article. The box contains a small address book and several documents inside. I take the notebook out and sort through its yellowed and smudged pages. But I quickly learn that whatever is written inside is in another language. “I think it’s in Russian,” I hand the book to Micah before I reach for the documents. Some of the documents are bank statements, and the others look like purchase orders from foreign companies. My eyes widen with recognition of the names beneath the company lo
Connor As we make our way back home, I can’t help but think about how far we’ve come. It kills me to know that I have to hurt her. Especially knowing how much she has already suffered. I almost confessed something completely crazy earlier. Thankfully, I rethought my words before I got in too deep. Right now, my flight instincts are on overdrive. I feel conflicted because I do want her, but everything else scares me. Declan’s parting words come back to haunt me at that moment. Do I love April? I really didn’t want to hurt her, but I realized at that moment that I need time to think things through.
April “Give me the remote, Connor!” Connor lifts the television remote over his head with a sly grin as I try to reach for it. “Not until you agree that John Wick is the best movie ever made.” I roll my eyes at his antics. He showed up at the apartment earlier and made himself comfortable while I sorted my laundry. I have to say, an upside of staying at his apartment is that not only does he have a gym that I use, but he also has a laundry room. You’d understand why it’s so important if you lived in New York. There’s nothing worse than going to an overcrowded laundromat with weird people and machines that barely function. “I won’t admit to that. I’ve never even seen it.
Connor “I’m taking your cell phone,” I mutter in April’s ear. She had to create some catering plans for Maleah this morning, so I used my home office. Once she realized that Declan called me to meet him at the warehouse because he’s back in town, she urged me to go. Her honey-colored eyes widen at my demand. “But…I need my phone.” I place my hand around her waist and kiss the tip of her nose. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not letting some asshole get away with harassing you. Now, be a good girl and give me the phone. I promise to get it back to you as soon as I’m done.”&
April I let Connor pull me between his thighs and rest my back against his firm chest. Closing my eyes, I sigh with contentment when his strong fingers pinch my nipples, and his other hand settles between my thighs, sifting through my bare folds. “Fuck, baby doll, you’re so wet.” He whispers in my ear. Connor emphasizes each word by plunging his fingers inside of my tight hole. “Oh, yes.” I sigh. He nips the tip of my ear before he tilts my chin up and angles my lips to his, kissing me deeply. Our tongues seek and rub sensually, fu
Connor I look at April’s exhausted form from the doorway and frown. She looks so sweet and soft that I have to force myself to leave the room before I ravish her again. Talking to the Burgman’s seemed to drain her. However, I could also see that it somewhat lightened her guilt. I look at the card in my hand and send a search command into my tablet. Hopefully, the phone number and name are enough. The drive home helped me think and review all of the information that the Burgmans shared. As we made our way back home, I couldn’t help but think about how easy it is to be in her arms. Usually, when I sleep with a woman, I’m ready to send her packing the next day. I never call them or go back for seconds. But wi