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After a quick shower, War and I dress and head out. War takes me by a diner for lunch.
An hour later, we head to my house, where I check my email and prepare for a podcast. I don’t intend to do one for a few days. I need to do some research on a topic I’ve come across that I want to work on. In my last show, I made sure to tell them I’d be back soon.
I scroll through my emails, and the bold lettering of the subject of one catches my attention. I click on it to open the message and scan over it. My breath catches in my chest, and my stomach churns. I slide back from my desk, knocking over equipment as I get away from the vile pictures and words on my screen.
“Shyann?” War calls out, coming into the room. He takes one look at me and tenses. He doesn’t wait for me to tell him what’s wrong. Taking it upon himself, he rounds my desk and looks at my computer screen, and curses. “Motherfucker.”
War pulls out his phone, and a moment later, he’s got Pirate on speaker.
“I’m kinda busy here, brother,” Pirate answers sounding putout. I could imagine being in his shoes, considering the sounds in the background.
“Get unbusy,” War snarls. “Get on your computer and track this fuckin’ email Shy received. I want this motherfucker found, and I want him dead.”
“Fuck,” Pirate curses, “I need to get the brothers?”
“Maybe,” War retorts. “Find them and will figure it out.” Hanging up, he shoves his phone back in his pocket, closes out the window, and turns to me. “No one is going to touch you, and they surely are not going to do something like that picture they sent you.”
I nod, frantically swallowing past the lump in my throat. “Th-they’ve been threatening me. I get them all the time. They’re just getting worse.” I finally admit to him and myself.
“I know, baby, I know.” War pulls me out of the chair and into his arms.
“How do you know?” I ask cautiously, tilting my head back to meet his gaze.
“Remember, I saw that text message you received. I told you I take care of my woman. I refuse to let anything happen to you, and I fuckin’ mean it. You’re mine, and I’ll always protect you, baby. No matter what.”
I hold his gaze for a moment longer, seeing within the dark orbs that he’s sincere and means every last word that spills from his lips. Finally, I nod and lean deep into him, and press my head to his chest. I trust War to protect me just as I’ve given him every other part of me.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
WAR
Four Days Later . . .
“Baby, it’s time to get back to doing your podcasts again,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to the top of Shyann’s head. The two of us lay in bed, her body curled into mine, lazy-like.
Last night I tied her to the bed, blindfolded her, and sent her senses higher as I showed her without seeing how much I loved her. Slow and sweet, I tortured us both. It took every bit of my control to keep from fucking her into the bed instead of loving her the way she needed.
In the past few days since she opened that email showing pictures of her women tied up and beaten brutally . . . of them being raped . . . Shyann’s not done another podcast. She’s also not done the research I knew she needed to do. My woman has all but secluded herself from what she loves to do. I get her fear of the threats that have escalated. Pirate’s been searching for who’s behind it with no luck.
Regardless, I’ll find the person or persons behind the threats and make them pay. It’s just a matter of time before Pirate gets a bead on them, and I can neutralize the threat.
“I’ll get back to it soon. I just need to do my research first and make sure what I talk about is legit, and I’m not speaking out of line.”
I smirk at her, mentioning speaking out of line. “You . . .” I chuckle, “I don’t think you could actually speak out of line and anyone notice it. Your voice is too damn sexy to ignore.”
Shyann giggles and lifts off me. I slide my fingers up and tangle them in the strands of her beautiful blond hair. I focus on her features, taking in the sensual expression, loving the sheer beauty.
I roll us until she’s on her back, and I’m bracing myself over her. I slant my head and capture her mouth in a heady kiss that has my cock stiffening, ready to slide between the slick folds of her pussy.
Fuck, I could live inside her sweet heat.
I start to slip between her soaking wet honey and press against the entrance, ready to thrusts fully inside her, when my phone starts ringing. At the sound of the tone screaming out from the damn device, I curse and pull away. It’s not just any tone. It’s set for all of my brothers’ secondary numbers we use if there’s an emergency.
I break my lips away from Shyann’s and grind out raspy, “Motherfucker.”
Shyann makes a whimpering sound as I pull away, and I feel like shit for working her up the way I have only to have to leave. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta get that.” I groan and pick up the phone to see it’s Pirate.
