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“I’m not moving from here,” I say. “We can talk about this right now.”
“Declan, you told me no. You said I was too young. Too pure for your fuckedupness.”
I shake my head. “That isn’t exactly what I said, but that’s the gist of it. I’m forty-one. Is that too old for you? I was married once, and she called me a freak because of my sexual proclivities. Do you think I’m a freak?” I ask her honestly, laying all the cards out on the table. “I’ve done some fucked up shit in my past. Killed and hurt people. I have secrets I’ll still need to keep from you, but I’ll be honest when I can. We can call it a safety protocol or whatever you want. But, beautiful, I won’t live without you any longer. The last thirteen months have been hell.”
“You were married? When? For how long?”
“Years ago. She finally remarried recently and I could stop paying her alimony. She was a bitch who only wanted me for my money. I know you don’t because, honestly, I don’t think you’ve figured out who my family is. Have you?”
“No, I don’t know. As for the other things, I know what you could’ve done in your past and possibly future. I also don’t think you’re a freak.” Her eyes drop and she bites her lip. I pull her lip from between her teeth and lean down to bite it myself. She moans and I pull away. “I like what you do to me. I understand about your secrets.”
“My family is very rich. I have houses and condos all over the place. As a matter of fact, we will be going to my place here soon. I can’t wait to fuck you in my bathtub…shower…” I shake my head and chuckle. “Fuck, I can’t wait to do it in every fucking room and on every surface.” I lean down and kiss her lips, and my cock starts to come awake again. It really hadn’t gone down much from that first time. I flex my hips and she moans, her pussy tightening around my cock. I can’t hold my groan in at the feeling.
“I need to shower and get this stuff out of my hair.”
“Brilliant idea, beautiful.” I pull back and slowly withdraw from her body. I watch my cock the whole time, and I’m turned on when I see both our fluids on me. I want everything with her. I haven’t wanted a child ever, but now I do. I never wanted to get married again, but with her I want that.
I reach down and squeeze the base of my cock to get some control when I look down at her naked body covered in ink and my marks. She’s breathtaking in her beauty.
We head for the bathroom, where I make love to her again. This time I make her keep her hands against the wall and take her from behind. She’s perfect and wants to learn more. I can’t wait to get her home and tie her up. I want to see my ropes across her body.
Before she lies down to go to sleep, I curl around her body and hold her. She refuses to go with me back to my place, so I stay with her.
CHAPTERFOUR
DECLAN
My phone pings with an incoming message.
Carter: I’ll be there tomorrow.
Me: Okay. Meet me at the house.
Carter: Did you find her?
I pause. I’m not sure how to respond to that message. I haven’t even told her Carter is on his way here. The last few days she and I have grown closer. She still won’t stay at my place, but I stay with her. I don’t leave her side except when she’s at work. I watch from the audience sometimes, but tonight I’m staying out in my car because she is only performing a spotlight dance for a special party. She’s only working a couple of hours. Plus, I wasn’t invited to the party. The whole club has been reserved by a group. She didn’t tell me much about it, but I’ve been watching limos pull up for the last hour and plenty of bodyguards are packing. Most of the men are older and look too stuck up to be at the club.
Me: Yeah, but we need to talk first.
Carter: Fuck no. She needs to answer some questions and then I’m taking her home.
Me: We’ll talk.
I’m not going to argue with him over text. I pull the battery after sending him my address, then I drop the burner phone into the back before I grab a new one and start over. I change my burners every couple of days to keep anyone from getting a bead on either of us.
I lean back and think of what I’m going to do to my girl tonight. I think of the fact I haven’t worn a condom yet with her. She could be pregnant with my baby right now, and I can’t wait to see her round belly. I can’t wait to hold my child with her.
A limo pulls up and moves to the back of the building. Something about it doesn’t feel right. All the other limos have stayed up front. The same two men from the other night exit the vehicle and enter the building. Again, they both look familiar, but I still can’t place them. The red-headed bodyguard is about midsize. I can tell he’s carrying a couple of different weapons and he’s trained. The man he works for is older by at least ten years, maybe a bit older than me. He’s dressed in a three-piece suit again. His salt-and-pepper hair is brushed back from his face in an almost George Clooney style. I reach for my camera and take a picture of the limo, getting the plate. In the next instant, the back door opens and I watch as everything changes.
People burst out the front door fighting, hitting, and kicking. But the back door is where I’m focused. I throw open my door and I’m in motion. I push past people who get in my way as I hear her scream my name. Her friend, Brielle, runs out the door and tries to grab for her but is yanked back and hit so hard her body falls. A man picks her up. Callie starts fighting hard. She throws a couple of punches, and I watch in horror as she is treated the same way as Brielle. She’s hit so hard I swear I can hear her teeth clack from snapping together. I raise my gun and take aim, but I’m hit from the side and thrown to the ground. I fight blindly, trying to get to Callie. When I turn back, she’s in the limo, and I take aim again. The bodyguard raises his gun and fires at me at the same time I fire. I stumble back as the bullet hits my vest. He slumps over, his legs crossing at the feet and he slightly spins. More shots ring out and another bullet hits my vest before I’m shot in the side of my leg. I don’t stop. The limo squeals away and I turn back toward my car to follow, but I’m struck from behind. My ears ring from the blow and my eyes momentarily cross, then all my training kicks in and I fight the person off. I stumble back to my car and fall into the driver’s seat.
I come to moments later, and the cops are knocking on my window. I open the door.
“I’m a U.S. Marshal.” I slowly reach for my wallet inside my jacket, showing him I’m carrying but that I’m grabbing my badge. The cop nods, and I’m glad I still work enough to be considered a marshal. I’m pretty much retired, but because they contract me, I carry my badge for situations like this.
“What happened?” he asks, and I explain without giving him everything. I don’t tell him my girlfriend was kidnapped because I don’t want to go through the red tape that will cause. After an hour I take off for my house.
When I pull up, my headlights reflect off Carter sitting on my front porch with a Long Board beer in his hand.
