Hacker Wedding

by Baxter, Linzi

  “Thank you.” I was taken aback. The decision to not have Tucker or Wes in the room had been made by Sam. He wasn’t sure who to trust.

  Jessica and I ran to keep up with Tucker’s long strides down the hall. He entered a code into the wall plate next to my office, the door swung open, and he pushed me in. Missy ran to me and wrapped her arms around me. “God, I was so scared, but this man locked me in here. I heard gunshots and explosions, and I couldn’t get out.”

  When a lockdown code was entered, my office doubled as a panic room. I could unlock the room from the inside, but only a few people knew the number.

  “It’s going to be okay,” I said.

  Tucker shoved the stack of papers toward me. Speckles of blood covered the documents.

  “I can’t sign these unless Dr. Carter is here,” I said.

  “Not true. Those documents are for the transfer of title. The oath with the archbishop shows that the church identifies you and your power.” Jessica held a pen out to me.

  “Wait, how do you know this?”

  Jessica rolled her eyes. “Because unlike you, I read the old books in the library. Sign this, and you're a queen. After all the blood is cleaned up, Dr. Carter can read you the oath.”

  I sat down in the chair behind the desk and stared down at the papers. Before the gunfight had broken out, I was ready to sign. Now I stared down, wondering if it was the right decision. I looked up. My sister was watching me. Everyone in the room was watching me.

  “I feel like I should say something,” I said. This was a big moment, and Sam wasn’t here with me.

  “Just sign on the dotted line,” Jessica growled.

  “Fine.” I pressed my pen to the paper and signed. I looked up at my sister, who had tears in her eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No. You’re queen.”

  I didn’t feel any different. Everything felt the same until the three people in the room bowed down to me. Nope, I don’t like that shit at all. “Knock it off.”

  “Your majesty,” Tucker explained. “It’s our way of showing respect.”

  “Still don’t like it,” I said, and my sister shook her head.

  Tucker raised his gun as a knock banged against the door before it flew open. I pushed Tucker out of the way and leaped into Sam’s arms. He pressed his lips against mine, and I was lost in the kiss—lost in the man I loved more than my next breath.

  “Stop!” Brock growled. “You can have Patty all you want later. We need to finish this shit off.”

  Sam pulled back and kissed my forehead. I slowly dropped my legs to the ground, but he kept his arms wrapped around me.

  “I signed.”

  “I knew you would.”

  For the next hour, we worked to get everything back on track. Wes refused to go to the hospital. Instead, he stuck by Sam’s side. My father hadn’t said much. Antonio questioned Carl to figure out more about the women and children and how to get his son back. They were going to run the rescue mission while the archbishop finished the process.

  I wanted to wrap my arms around my baby girl, but I still had one thing left to do.

  The archbishop turned to me, holding the bible in his hands. “Will you swear to the laws of God and your country to uphold your power to the utmost? Will you use your power to maintain the purity of Shialia and establish the law to guide the people?”

  I took a deep breath. “Yes, I promise to do it all.”

  The archbishop pulled the bible back. “The church now recognizes you as queen.” And the older man bowed along with everyone else in the room.

  I was officially the queen of Shialia.

  16

  Sam

  I stared out at the dungeon, feeling at peace with my sub and future wife by my side. Our friends were scattered around. The club in the palace was starkly different from the one in Fort Lauderdale. A month after moving into the huge place, I’d had a section of the torture chambers turned into a dungeon. The old knives and shackles, I donated to the local museum. They were ecstatic about the ancient history Patty and I handed over. Neither one of us told them it was to make room for a new type of torture room—one where Patty could cry my name for hours.

  The music vibrated the white leather chair I sat in. Patty sat across my lap, watching our friends play. Antonio and Kat walked across the open room, and my friend took the seat next to me, pulling his mostly naked wife onto his lap. Each sub was dressed in a different costume. Patty wore a short red-and-black plaid skirt, matching bra, and halo. She’d pulled her dark hair into pigtails.

  Antonio leaned back in the chair and glanced at me. “You owe me, fucker.”

  I did. He also knew I had his back anytime he needed it. “How many bodies did you end up having to bury?”

  After Patty signed the papers, royal staff had whisked us away to several meetings to explain what needed to happen over the next year. The large celebration would happen in one year. Patty wasn’t the only one having to sign a stack of documents. With the wedding, I had to go through an oath process also.

  “Well, over thirty, and your incinerator doesn’t work.” He crossed his arms. “For once, my wife was right—alligators do come in handy.”

  God, I hope nobody will find the stack of bodies in the backyard. The last thing we needed was a headline: “Shialia’s New Queen Patricia Hiding Bodies on Palace Grounds.”

  Patty squirmed on my lap. The little action made my dick hard.

  “Please tell me you at least moved them off the property,” I growled.

  “You don’t have to worry about them,” Kat cut in.

  The smile that spread across Kat’s face made my stomach turn. I changed the subject, wanting to know if they’d neutralized the threat. “I assume you found Carl’s wife.”

  Patty snuggled in closer, resting her head against my shoulder, but she was stiff. She worried as much as I did about the women who’d gone missing, and I had no doubt she would take matters into her own hands if we didn’t find out who’d taken Izzy’s mom. The little girl had become close friends with Kinley.

  “Kathy will no longer be a threat to the family.” Antonio sighed. “Neither will the church. I do have to admit that place was a little freaky inside. I thought I’d seen everything over the years, but people still do fucked-up shit.”

  My years in the military had taken me to some deep dark ends of the earth, ones I never planned to go back to, but I still had a morbid curiosity. “You can’t leave us hanging and not tell us what you found there.”

  “Dead animal carcasses. Not the hides—actual dead animals everywhere, and the stench...I never smelled anything so horrid in my life. And people were inside, including Carl’s missing son.”

  Kat’s head came up off Antonio’s chest. “I had to burn my clothes. I plan to give you the bill.”

  Antonio glared at me. “She’s not lying. We all stripped down outside before walking into the house. I had to see my brother naked, which was not something I liked.”

  “I would’ve been right by your side if we hadn’t needed to finish signing the papers,” I said.

  Kat’s blue eyes twinkled. “So do I call you Queen Patty, Queen Patricia, or Your Highness? I’m not sure how to do the whole bowing thing.”

  I hadn’t even thought about what people would call her or how they would act around her until I walked into the room and everyone bowed. I thought my little pixie was going to lose her shit.

  “Patty,” she said. “I don’t want any of that Royal Highness stuff. Technically, I’ve had that title since the day I was born. I haven’t used it once, and I’m not about to start.”

  Antonio nodded. “That makes things so much easier. Not saying I wouldn’t call you by some royal title if I had to, but Patty suits you better. Also, it’s not as strange to say we bought Sam and Patty four alligators, a tiger and three lions for a wedding gift, but who would go buy that for a queen?”

  “Please tell me this is a joke.” My voice rose enough for people around
us to stop and stare.

  “It wasn’t my first choice. I planned to give you a bottle of expensive Scotch, but we drank that after having to deal with the dead bodies. Did you know you can’t find acid anywhere in this country? That is shit you should have in stock if you plan to kill a bunch of people. We called the police to the church, and I understand why you didn’t want them around the palace. Let’s just say I think half the force were members of the church.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Where are the alligators located? I have a little girl and a baby on the way. I can’t have four alligators and a zoo roaming around. Who the fuck buys a lion for someone? Furthermore, how is that even legal?”

  After the wedding, I would figure out a way to deal with my new zoo before my little daughter fell in love with the animals, because Kinley and Patty were two of the only people in the world I seemed unable to say no to, ever.

  “Wes promised it was legal. I like that guy.” Antonio shifted Kat in his lap. “But we moved them to the fenced-in area of your other castle. God, I never imagined the day I would talk to you about the castles you own.”

  “Like you’re one to talk. You have billions of dollars in the bank, and that’s not even taking into account your wife’s money,” I said. “Still, you have officially bought me the worst gift ever.”

  Kat’s nose scrunched. “I disagree. A towel or dishes are the worst gifts. Those guys will come in handy the next time someone comes after you. Or if you don’t like someone.”

  There was no point in arguing with Antonio or his wife. “How about the missing women and children? Did Brock find any new leads on their location?”

  “Under the church were rows of cages. So many women and kids, some barely alive. Izzy’s mother wasn’t down there. From what we learned, many of the women they can get money for are shipped to other countries. Brock found a link to Ricker Smith. We already have a case on him, so I plan to dig deeper into it when we return. I’m not sure if we will ever find Izzy’s mom. But I promise to take the fucker down.”

  My heart ached for the little girl, but she had a place in our home. Patty’s watery eyes looked up, and I knew she was thinking the same thing. I nodded, and she let out a breath. Ricker Smith was a United States senator. For years, rumors had his name linked to human trafficking, but nobody could ever prove anything.

  I had faith in Brock. And we would keep Izzy until we could find her mom.

  * * *

  Patty

  I looked out over the crowd to see Daisy tied to the St. Andrew’s cross's bonds. Aaron wielded the flogger. Each strike hit a different section of Daisy’s body—her back, buttocks, and hamstrings. There was pure passion in Aaron Ross’s eyes with each strike. He’d stop every few minutes and whisper in Daisy’s ear, and she would smile at her husband. Then he would go back to striking with almost a figure-eight pattern. A crowd grew around the scene. A few subs kneeled on the ground and pleased their Masters.

  Sam refused to do any impact play while I was pregnant. I agreed, but it didn’t mean I didn’t miss the sting of a whip or the feather-like touch of the flogger. Instead, the most sting I received was from Sam’s hand. At times, he could make the sting last for a while, but it wasn’t the same. My sexy Dom twined his fingers with mine led me to a roped-off area I hadn’t seen before. Sam every so often changed things around the dungeon.

  My heartbeat picked up like it did each time we played. Not sure what Sam had planned for me, I stepped closer and looked up. Sam towered over me. He’d left his suit jacket in the central area. He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt, showing off the colorful tattoos on his arms.

  “What are you going to do?” I asked.

  Sam raised his brow.

  “Master, what do you plan to do to me?” I asked.

  He grabbed a white silk scarf off the table next to him. The table had a few different things on it—a feather, a glove with spikes, and a roller with spikes. Sam didn’t blindfold me often because I hated not knowing what was around me.

  “You’ll be safe, Pixie.”

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, and my heart rate decreased as he slipped the blindfold around my eyes. I couldn’t help but screech as he lifted me into the air and set me down on the table. His big hands pulled down my skirt, leaving my lower half completely bare for everyone around us to see. But I couldn’t tell who was near. Sam trailed his fingers up my stomach so faintly I almost didn’t feel it. A thin cold metal object touched my skin between my breasts seconds before my bra fell open.

  “Sam!” I hated it when he destroyed my bras.

  A quick slap hit my thigh. “What was that?”

  “Sorry, Master,” I grumbled.

  Laughter filled the air and brought me back to the present because it sound like many people stood around us. I’d always enjoyed it when people watched—it turned me on. When Sam ran his fingers between my folds, I couldn’t hold back the moan. My hips rose off the table, and he slapped my thigh.

  “Only what I give you, or I’ll tie you to the table. Tonight, I’m going with sensation play.”

  Sam didn’t give me any more information. He ran the feather along my side and down my hip. The light touch wasn’t enough. I wanted him to run his calloused hands, not a feather, over my body.

  I let out a frustrated moan. He pressed his fingers on each side of my nipples, causing them to become hard. Sam let go for a second before a steady pinch took its place on both sides. Then he went back to working the feather along my body and over my nipple.

  It wasn’t long before the feather was replaced by a spike roller that tickled more than hurt. My body relaxed into his touch. Everything around me floated away. The only connection was Sam and me. I lost track of time and how many orgasms I had as Sam pulled the blindfold from my eyes. Everyone in the room was watching our scene.

  Sam leaned closer and whispered, “You were sexy as fuck, and I can’t wait to be deep inside you.”

  He lifted me up into his arms, and my head rested against his chest. The voices were going in and out as he stopped to talk to Antonio. Kat smiled at me as Sam headed for the back exit, carrying me. The door led back to our place, but there was still a chance of someone seeing us.

  “I don’t have clothes on,” I said.

  “Just the way I like you. And don’t act like you don’t like showing off your sexy body.”

  There was no point denying it. I rested my head against his chest as he walked through the back halls to our bedroom. It was late at night, and nobody saw us. Sam kicked the door to our room open and placed me in the center of the bed. He turned to walk back to the door.

  “Don’t leave me,” I said.

  He shut the door and stalked back over. “Didn’t plan on it, Pixie.”

  “But it’s our wedding night. We aren’t supposed to see each other.”

  Sam leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips. “We make our own traditions.”

  My heart thudded as Sam unbuttoned his shirt. I didn’t move, only watched as he peeled the white shirt over his shoulders. “I need you, Sam.”

  Before he could climb onto the bed, I crawled off and sank to my knees, my fingers grasping at his belt before I pulled down his zipper. “You’re the sexiest woman alive,” he said.

  I sucked his cockhead into my mouth and dug my nails into his ass. Sam dragged in a long breath before tangling his fingers in my hair. I wanted Sam to lose control in my mouth. I fought against his hold, taking him deeper and faster. The play in the dungeon had my body on edge even though I’d climaxed multiple times. His head titled back as he sighed. I wanted his hands on my ass and him sinking deeper inside of me.

  Sam pulled my head back by my hair. “Stop. I want you to spread across the bed.”

  My back had barely hit the bed before Sam pushed my legs wider as his tongue lapped at my cream. He pressed two fingers deep into my folds, and I bucked against his lips, which were attached to my clit.

  Right before I was abou
t the go over the edge, Sam pulled away and kissed his way up my body. I reached between us and guided his cock into me. It felt so good. He slowly worked himself in and out.

  Sam pressed his lips to mine and picked up the pace as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Sam and I both went over the edge at the same time. He rolled to the side, taking me with him.

  “I love you, my queen.”

  “I love you.”

  We lay tangled in the sheets our last night before our wedding. Before the rest of our lives.

  17

  Sam

  I paced in the family game room. I glanced at the clock. Time seemed to have stopped. The laughter in the room helped keep me occupied for a while. All my close friends were spread out around the room—Aaron, Alex, Asher, CJ, Brock, and Antonio. The only one missing was Neal, but he wasn’t far—he was with the girls. Patty and Neal were extremely close.

  Neal had said yes when Patty asked him to be her man of honor. Brock was standing up as my best man. We wanted a smaller wedding, so we were both only having two people stand up with us. Antonio and Brock were my groomsmen, and Jessica and Neal were with Patty.

  Even though we tried to keep the wedding to family and friends only, it still was bigger than either of us wanted. Many dignitaries had flown in for our wedding.

  I was used to the money and the fame. The people wanting to rub shoulders with me, I still wasn’t used to. When we lived in the states, I would talk with politicians at fundraisers. I’d met President Zane a few times.

  “I heard you snuck out of your room this morning.” Antonio Ross laughed.

  “Snuck? More like your wife threw me out,” I complained.

  “Are you really scared of Kat? She’s so tiny,” Aaron Ross teased.