I was wrong. On so many counts, but so very, very wrong on at least one important fact. The Canadian geese I'd heard weren't even animals. Unless I counted those of the two legged variety. "MS. CHASE! MS. CHASE. OVER HERE!" a woman yelled, a microphone in her hand. A man at her back with a huge camera settled on his shoulder. I think I would have been okay had it only been the one reporter. But I just wasn't that lucky. No. There were at least two dozen of them. I huddled into Ryker's shoulder as he bulldozed his way through the crowd. The police made a small tunnel for us to escape through. But even then the reporters shoved their cameras and microphones in my face. I took an elbow to the temple as one of the rowdy newscasters tried to topple an officer. Ryker's roar of outrage brought everything and everyone to a grinding silent halt. His face was red as he turned on the offending person. He reached out with one hand, caught the man around the neck, and shook him like
Before I even knew what I was doing, I had Willow crammed into the side of the car, the gun knocked to the side, and the intruder up against the far wall. Nico helped me hold the person down as we shouted for Jessa and Willow to run to the apartment. A blurry picture of black hair, beard scruff, dark eyes, and a snarling mouth were all I saw before I slammed my knee into the attacker's balls. He curled down and over my knee as I caught the gun. Wrenching it from his hands, I had it pointed at him before he stopped gagging. "Who the fuck are you?" I demanded as I laid the barrel of the gun against his temple. Nico shook his head. Gestured for me to give him the gun. I wasn't going to get into a pissing match with the man. I handed him the gun. Watched as he backed up out of striking distance. "Answer the question or you die and absolutely no one notices or cares."Nico jerked his chin at me to back up. I shuffled a few steps to the side. Nico nodded. He looked back a
I looked around my home for the last eighteen months. It had been exactly what I needed at the time when I most needed it. Memories washed over me in 4K detail. Over there by the little desk where Tali and Nico helped me draw up the business plan for my bakery.The couch where I huddled with Momma after a week of nightmares. Papa baking his signature molasses cookies in my new oven. We'd spoken of nonsense for hours and hours. Not once had I been made to feel like I was an imposition. A drain on their lives. I looked across the room. The table that carried the echo of my tattoo where we'd had hundreds of late night dinners and board games to help chase away the demons. The games of Mafia and Clue that made us chuckle. The games of Monopoly that brought out the most savage in all of us as we maneuvered for Top Dog. Every part of this home had been touched by the family that had loved me. Accepted me. Made me one of their own. And now it was time to leave. To move on to the ne
We pushed into the elevator car. Only half of her bags were with us and there was barely any room for humans in here. There was no way all of this was her clothing. It was mind-boggling that she would have this much. "Where is my stuff going?" she asked as the doors slid closed. I held my breath, waited to see if the elevator would give us a weight warning. Sighed in relief as we began our ascent. "In the closet."She snorted. "Which closet?"I looked at her, narrowed my eyes. "Our closet. You're staying here. No moving out. No changing your mind. We've made it this far, we're not stopping now. If we need to do some renovations to make it easier for you, then we will. But you are mine." I surveyed her sea of matching luggage. "And apparently that means your clothes as well."Her smile was brilliant. "Good answer." She opened her mouth. Shut it. Bit her lip.I sighed. "Spit it out, cupcake. We can't fix it if it's just rattling around up there in your brain.""Are you in
Once again in the elevator, I huddled the gun safes close to my chest. I'd been so stupid to leave them in a different bag. To not have grabbed them the first trip. I could have gotten three very important men hurt. Or worse. I shuddered as I cut the thought off."You okay?" Ryker asked softly. I nodded. Tried to smile. Words came gushing out of my mouth. "I'm so sorry. Sorry for not doing a better job. Sorry for not taking care of the guns the way I know I should. I could have gotten you shot. If the person who'd taken them..." I trailed off as nightmare after nightmare ran through my mind. "Hey." He pulled me into his arms. "Nothing happened. We've had a pretty emotionally draining couple of days. No one got hurt.""This time," I muttered into his chest. I rubbed my forehead back and forth between his pecs. "Sweet goddess, Ryker. You could have been shot. Died." I looked up into his face. "You're not allowed to die." My tone was hard, my gaze fierce. "You're not allowed to
I fought my body's need to cum as I watched Willow's pussy weep for me. I hadn't been expecting her to squirt, but I felt about ten feet tall that I'd been able to make her do it. My dick was hard enough to give a pneumatic nailer a run for its money on driving nails. I laid my head on her thigh as I brought her back down to reality with soft strokes and gentle kisses. I smiled. She'd turned to me. Before the need for pain got too bad. Before the darkness in her mind dragged her away from me. We were making progress. Good progress. And in a fucking short amount of time. Somehow we'd both been able to scale the other's walls. "Mmgh."I chuckled. "That good, huh?" I pulled my fingers from her body. They were coated with her juice. I slipped them between my lips. Licked them clean. Best fucking flavor in the world. My dick twitched. "What the hell did you do to me?" she asked from her position, still staring at the ceiling. "Never heard of squirting or female ejaculati
We got cleaned up and dressed. Made our way back out to the clothes mountain. This time around, when I saw a duplicate, I just thanked it for helping me and tossed it in the DONATE pile. I wasn't going to drag myself down for coping in whatever way that worked. I was still standing wasn't I? Still happier now than any time before in my life. Outside of a couple measly snafus, I thought my life was landing on the side of good more days than not. I chuckled. Measly snafus. Kidnapping, torture, shot at, almost run off the road, attempted murder...easy peasy. **"I think I see the floor," Ryker said a couple hours later. I jerked my head around to look at his side of the room. "No way. This pile is never ending. I'm pretty sure it was breeding and copying itself while we had sexy times."He snorted. "Probably true. But look." He stepped into a section of floor without any clothes on it. "Bare floor." He did a little dance that looked like he was either shopping or spanking
I looked away from Willow's compassionate gaze. The forgiveness sitting in her eyes shamed me. Mocked me. I gritted my teeth. I'd left my sister in the hands of a kidnapper, forgotten all about her, and then stood by while the woman who had taken her was killed. What kind of brother was I?Shitty. A fucking shitty brother. Someone who didn't deserve the kind and generous heart of Corrie. Of Willow. Hell. I shouldn't be with anyone. Since she'd met me, Willow had been kidnapped, tortured, run off the road, hospitalized, gone into hiding, and now we were lurking in the parking garage of my building and home so we could go and save my half sister that she'd never met. Some fucking boyfriend. "Excuse me, Daphne. Nik. I'm going to talk to Ryker in private. We'll be right back," Willow said as she pushed me around an upright barrier. Once we were a couple spots away from the stairwell, she looked up into my face. "What kind of pain?"I blinked, tried to process her words. "Pa