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 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 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 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 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.
Chapter 1: DrowningApril "…is that what you want? Do you want me to cut his throat?" The man calls out as he holds one of the boys suspended from the ceiling. Bile gathers in my throat, and my tiny body shudders as I see blood run down the child's battered body. Eyes wide, I let the tears run down my face and swallow my sobs as the man slides the gleaming blad across the boy's cheek. Blood trails down his cheek with every stroke. Crossing my skinny arms in front of my chest, I let my soiled tresses fold over me like a blanket. My heart beats rapidly against my flat chest as I wait for him to make the final cut. I know that I should close my eyes, but he won't let me. There will be consequences if I do. Don't get it twisted; I'm not worried for myself. In fact, it would be sweet relief i
Connor “What the fuck, Declan, can’t you aim your damn gun somewhere else? This equipment is expensive.” Micah throws his head back with a boisterous laugh and slaps me on the back as he and my brother wipe the blood from their gear. Declan sneers in reply as he places his weapon back into its rack. Glaring at my brother, I place my gun next to his and slip off my bloodstained t-shirt and armor. It’s six in the evening, and I’m feeling incredibly irritable from lack of sleep. We had just gotten back to the office after dealing with a target.&nb
April “What the fuck were you thinking, April!” Micah yells out as he paces back and forth within the confines of my small apartment. Once they processed my information, the cops called Sophia, who in turn called Micah because she couldn’t leave their daughter Ali home alone. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Micah as angry as he was the moment he walked through the precint doors. I guess it’s because I might have promised not to get in a fight the last time that I was arrested. As we make our way out of the precint, Micah silently seethes. I cringe at the face of his disappointment. I hate that I’m ruining e
Connor What the hell just happened? I ask myself as I walk out of the door. Did I just almost make out with April? I adjust my fly, seeing that I have a boner, and continue to follow her heart-shaped ass. And what an ass it is. Jesus, not in a million years did I expect to see April when I knocked on Jaxon’s door. And I definitely did not expect to mistakenly get a peek of her naked breasts and ruby nipples from inside of her loose top. All I know is that as soon as I did, my cock hardened, and my mouth watered. Fuck, she’s nineteen! I repeat in my head in hopes that it will cool my libido. I mean, she’s legal, but just barely. Damn it! She doesn’t look back as she walks ahead of
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