As expected, the all-hearing band of brothers enter the room, conveniently with Teddy who is holding an electric bone saw with an extension cord. “Then let’s get this show on the road.” Teddy chips, “I just got a new gallon of chocolate milk, and I’d like to crack that baby open as soon as possible.”
We this is a test, to see if the two new heads of security can handle the gory work, not just the physical violence. We don’t plan to have them actually handle any interrogations, in fact we don’t plan on Drake or Jessica learning any informationabout what we are looking into. We are doing this to see if they can do as they are told and not ask questions.
Drake accepts the bone saw with a quiet ‘thank you’ and powers it up. Right on queue Deangelo’s eyes fly wide open and his muffled screams echo in the small cellar.
“Well Deangelo,” Drake sighs, and my ears perk up curiously, “The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed.”
Completely unprepared for a statement like that, both Brandon and I sputter out laughs. Max cuts his eyes at us, but when we try to smother the chuckles, we only laugh harder. I’m doubled over and holding my knees, Brandon has his head thrown back and holding his belly, and I look up to see Teddy chuckling, and even Dean has his hands covering his mouth that I know is holding back a secret smirk.
“Children,” Max grumbles, “I work with children.”
We eventually breathe through the giggle fit, only to find that Drake has completed the task already. Not only has he cut both hands clean off of Deangelo, but he has also seared the wounds with a blowtorch to cauterize the bleeding. I sin to find Drake already standing a few feet back next to Jessica who has a bored look on her face, as if she is completely unphased.
“That’s all we’ll be needing from you for now, Drake. Dean will escort you out of the manor.”
“Thank you, Miss Karma.” Drake gives me a polite bow of his head and follows Dean out of the cellar.
MissKarma. Is that how the rest of the operation will see me? Am I seen as one of them? I see myself as one of them, especially after the recent…Occurrences.If other people looking from the outside can see it, is it possible all the brothers feel the same?They’ve made it clear they want me, but do I fit? Am I actually one of them in their eyes?
“Miss Karma?” Jessica asks.
“What?”
“Were you still needing me?” She asks, and I almost got angry, but I realized I was just staring at her with a blank look on my face.
“Yes, yes.” I blink. I clear my throat and turn away from her, but I catch three knowing smirks from throughout the room. “Brandon and Teddy will take you to debrief you on a current situation we are working through.”
They begin to walk from the room, Jessica flanking in between them. I will never admit it out loud, but at least a thousand scenarios of horrible and compromising positions like the one I was in last night flash through my brain, only it has Jessica- and my blood runs red hot.
“Oh, and Jessica.” I blurt, a little harsher than intended. “You were in the room when Max displayed exactly what happens to people who disrespect me.” I don’t need to say what I’m insinuating out loud, I’m sure it’s written all over my face. Which is only solidified when Brandon hums with his eyebrows lifted in my direction.
“Do you prefer Miss Karma or Z?” She asks, the question throws me off a bit.
“Miss Karma, for you.” I square my shoulders. Yeah, I can feel the possessiveness written all over my face. I can only hope that Jessica isn’t picking too much up on it, but of course she does, because what she says makes me feel like a bumbling fool.
“Miss Karma, I’m gay.” She gives me a tight-lipped smile and adds, “And married.”
“Right.” I clear my throat and turn back towards Deangelo, actively dismissing the three standing in the doorway.
It’s only when the door clicks shut that I realize Deangelo has passed out and peed himself again. I let out a sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. Today has been yet another long day, I know there is going to be plenty more, but I’m exhausted. So much has changed and happened in such a short span of time I’m getting dizzy.
“Possessive looks good on you.” Max says, and I jump at his interruption to my exhaustion spiral.
“Holy shit, I forgot you were in here.”
He huffs, “Wow, I’m flattered.”
I steady myself against the wall and let my head drop against it, keeping my eyes closed, “That’s not what I meant. I’m just tired, I’m sorry.”
I can feel him approach, but I keep my eyes closed. It’s like my body can sense him, every single hair on my body stands at attention and my body buzzes in anticipation from his close proximity.
Max doesn’t say anything as he leans over me, his arms trapping me in my place. His breath skates across my neck before he places a single kiss against my jaw. I continue to hold my breath, terrified that I might interrupt the electrons and atoms of energy sizzling between us.
“What do you need?” The whispers against my skin, his lips are burning hot against my throat and my knees wobble.
“Need for what?” I choke out.
“What do you need to let go?” HIs voice is dripping in sex, and a shiver works its way through my body.
