"Dafuq!" I've never seen grown men so close to crying."Is this a joke?" Was heard from more than one corner while on the screen, some asshole had made a loop of the NFL theme song and put it up on YouTube."Did our wives do this?" Quinn asked, looking close to tears. "What infraction have we committed this time to warrant this?""That's just pure evil." Devon looked like he was in shock. "They've been acting up a lot lately, you notice?"I kept my eyes on Mancini because he seemed to be the only one not surprised. I knew he was onto something when he started looking around the room as if searching for something. He walked to the TV and ran his fingers over a cord, which he then followed from behind the TV to a place behind the curtain."Oh sh*t , that's just genius." He did one of those fake shivers that teenage girls do, and I rolled my eyes."What is it?" He lifted a very familiar-looking laptop, and my guts started to hurt."But doesn't the TV play YouTube videos? It'
I didn't sleep much the night before, too caught up in her, and trying to understand how she could possibly have gotten under my skin so easily without even trying. Maybe it's a combination of knowing some of what she'd been through and feeling compassionate along with her exotic beauty mixed with the fact that just breathing her in makes me hard; I'm still not sure. But I'm guessing Lyon's thunderbolt comment wasn't too far off the mark. "Where are you taking me? And why are you so fond of manhandling me?" I dropped her hand so fast she was startled. It was her words spoken in just that way that freaked me out. I have to keep reminding myself to go slow with her. That she's not one of my jump-offs that I can just do with as I please and walk away when it's over. But my reaction didn't seem to be what she wanted. "Sorry!" I was looking in her eyes when I apologized, and she didn't look overly bothered or like she was having some sort of flashback.I know I was being this way becau
Whew, I'm glad that's over. It's not everyday us girls can get one over on our men, but lately, with Catalina's help, the tables sure have turned. At least this time, the fight was more between Illyana and her knucklehead, and the rest of us were just there as backup to make sure our sister came out on top. Dealing with the guys is a trial in endurance, whether back home or here on this island paradise.If someone had told me that there was even one man out there like Colton Lyon, I would've laughed in their face. But from everything I've learned, there seems to be plenty, and they all happen to be here right this moment. Yeah us! Never a dull moment. As much as they think we're the sh*t starters, I'm pretty sure they cause their fair share of the drama that never seems to cease.Sometimes I think really hard about what my life would've been like had I never met Colt, and the thought makes me sick to my stomach. The fact that my life has been derailed from anything I ever imagined
"Right, the idiot boy that you swear is the best thing since sliced bread, and your daughter decided she wants to spend the rest of her life with is whipped as f*ck. He spent the last few days moaning and groaning about her wanting her dress from this place, and that's the only place that'll do. And since my kid wants what she wants, I have to get it for her.""The f*cking pandemic has made it damn near impossible to go anywhere, so the plans I was making to send you and your girls with her to England had to be squashed, so Mancini came up with a plan. I'd go as a surprise and take Caitlin's measurements with me since I'm not about to expose you or my kids to that sh*t .""Oh!" Oh sh*t . I tried smiling once the fear and anger subsided, but the look on his face did not bode well for my ass. He didn't say another word for about two minutes, and I was starting to sweat as I tried to remember all that I'd said in my anger. Then he leaned in close and got right in my face until I could
I needed to get away from Jason so that I could think clearly. His words and actions are confusing, to say the least, since any kind of real relationship has never been in the works for me. In all the time I've been on the run, that's the one thing I never thought of. In fact, I've pretty much resigned myself to the idea of either dying young or spending the rest of my life behind bars after I've taken care of everything that I need to.Today I'd made it halfway there and am now way ahead of schedule. I thought for sure it would take me a much longer time to find Cierra Stone, the one that got away. I told her the bare bones of how I came to know of her, but I didn't share the fact that she'd become a kind of obsession for me. Or that it was she in a roundabout way that had given me hope of escaping the life that had been foisted upon me.I first overheard the name Cierra Stone one drunken night when I was in my early teens. By then, my captors had felt safe enough to let their gua
By then, I was thirteen years old, and it had been five long years since I'd been taken. I was the only kid in the room lying back against one of the overstuffed cushions they had strewn around on the floor as they got high. Maybe they forgot that I was there, or maybe they just didn't care since I was nothing to them anyway. I'd been so beaten down by then, at least in their eyes, that they saw me as nothing more than a mindless object, something that was there for their pleasure and enjoyment.They started reminiscing, and that conversation led to Cierra Stone and how they'd missed that one. I have no idea why my mind decided to latch onto that, but it did. Someone had escaped them, not the same, but it was enough to spark a flame inside me. I listened to everything that day, sucking it all up as I imagined this person like me, who'd been lucky enough to escape their clutches. She became my obsession and my hope.For the next five years, I played them for fools. Though schooling
I felt a little sick at what I was about to do, which in itself is saying a lot, but it had to be done. There's no way I'll ever fit in here, and the sooner they learn that, the better, especially Jason. I'm not one of them and never will be. There are kids here, and I'm sure if they knew half of what my life was like, they wouldn't want me around their precious children; I know I wouldn't.I've seen and done too much ever to hope to fit into polite society. So even though I felt close to tears at the thought of what might've been had my life not been derailed, I still carried through. First, I found the two teenage boys I'd seen hanging around, checking me out as any hormonal teenager would. I wasn't feeling brave enough to approach one of the husbands directly. That felt like too much of a betrayal.Still, I sent the boys away after they gave me what I wanted, though, in the back of my mind, I was pretty sure they'd hang around somehow. That couldn't be helped and may even help w
What the hell? This isn't how this was supposed to go. I for damn sure didn't know the little girls were around, or I'd have come up with something else or found some other way to get my point across. Shame burned a hole in my cheeks, and it only got worst when the women came in. "You were right Catalina, that was really good Roxy, where did you learn to dance like that?"What did Cierra mean that the kid was right, right about what? I hadn't seen her around when I talked to her brothers, and not even they knew what I was up to. When I looked at her, all I saw was an innocent little girl with a pleasing smile on her face, but her eyes… what just happened? I looked around at all of them, trying to make sense of all this, and when I glanced upstairs, I was surprised to see a line of backs. What kind of men are these anyway? I put on one hell of a show, and not one of them made a move? And what about their wives? Why are they all smiling at me like that? Didn't they know what I was