Stolen Hood

by The Grim Sisters

  Ahh, so whoever did this does know us, and apparently, isn’t a fan. That makes the list of who’s behind this even longer. We have many enemies, whether we made them or not. Like our last name, they’re inherited.

  “Well, get on with it. What does your employer want?” I ask, losing patience.

  “A certain dagger has become very popular. My employer would like for you to find it, and he’ll trade the pup for it.”

  Fuck, now that’s a problem. I don’t know what went wrong between Sheriff learning the location of the dagger and getting abducted. I assumed the people who took him also had the dagger, but apparently not. Not to mention, the dagger is associated with a serial killer who also has his own interest in it. Fuck knows I don’t want that sick bastard coming after me. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this is a damn shit show. For once in my life, I’m out of my league. I’m going to need help, but who? John bailed on me, Archie, although pretty, doesn’t know the ins and outs of this business. There’s no one else. It’s not like I can go ask Richard. Fuck, that’d be a whole new bucket of worms, fuck the can.

  “So what’s it going to be, princess? Do you want the dog or not?”

  “Fine,” I huff. "When and where do you want to do the exchange?" I ask agitated, as I try to work this shit show through my head.

  “We’ll contact you,” is all he says before walking off.

  When I’m sure he’s gone, I slip quietly out the same way I came in. “What now?” Archie’s smooth voice questions through the earpiece I’m wearing. Now isn’t that the fucking question of the day? I don’t answer him. Not even when he pulls away from the curb and drives toward the brownstone. The ride is quiet, and it’s when he pulls up to the house when I finally speak.

  “I need some time to think this through. There's too much mystery surrounding that stupid dagger.”

  “You wouldn’t be thinking of doing something stupid like going off on your own, now would you, sweetheart?”

  “'I've always done jobs alone. My brother is the one with a partner not me,” I retort.

  “Yes, and look where he’s at. Even with the help, he was taken. You’ll have no chance going at it alone.” He has a point, but I damn sure won’t be telling him that. What is it with hot men trying to get me to think differently?

  “I won’t do anything stupid, okay?” I huff. I can tell he’s not happy with my response, but he nods anyway.

  “Do you want me to stay the night?”

  My greedy cunt says fuck, yes, but my lips say, “no,” and I swear I catch a look of disappointment cross his face. It’s gone so quickly I’m not sure if I saw it at all, or it’s my tired brain making shit up. I’ve been up since 9 am. Why? Apparently, my body hasn’t gotten the memo school is out and I can sleep in.

  “Well, goodnight,” he whispers, leaning across the armrest. I thought he was going to give me a friendly kiss on the cheek, but instead, he leaves me a tender kiss at the corner of my mouth. It was so sweet, and fucking hot at the same time. So much so, it fogged my brain and it took me a while to restart my body so I could get out of the car and go inside. Once I’m safely indoors, I turn the lock, and lean my back against the cool door with my head tilted up, trying desperately to clear my fuzzy thoughts. It was nothing. Just a tiny kiss goodnight, right?

  Chapter Seven

  Robyn

  What a fucking day. Today was supposed to be a good day. The first day of winter break and look what happened. A fucking shit show. When I said I was bored earlier, I didn’t mean to send this much excitement. Fucking Sheriff. When I get my hands on him, I’m going to hug him, breathe him in just so I know he’s safe, and then strangle him for putting me through this shit. Besides my dad, he’s the only family I care about. I would be lost if I didn’t have him. I wonder if I should tell dad. No, if I do, he’ll insist on finding Sheriff himself, and leave me out of it. I won’t be able to sit still while my brother is missing. I’ll involve him if I run out of options, but hopefully, it won’t get that far. Hopefully, I’ll be able to find that dagger, and this will all be over with.

  Taking the stairs two at a time, I practically tear my clothes off, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and put on one of my vintage band shirts I usually sleep in. It’s a faded No Doubt one that barely covers my ass cheeks. Readying myself for bed, I brush my teeth and hair and stare at my reflection in the mirror. You can actually see the stress on my face. My hazel green eyes are wide and alert. My pale skin still holds a rose tint from the cold, making the sprinkle of freckles on my cheeks and nose stand out. I’ve always hated my freckles, even the ones spattering my chest. They make me seem younger than my twenty years, or maybe it’s my stepmother’s hateful words running through my head. She always detested how much I look like my birth mother. Gathering my long red hair, I put it in a messy bun on top of my head. I’m glad I canceled that job tonight or I probably would still be out, and I’m too emotionally tired to be chasing after jewels.

  When I exit the bathroom, I’m surprised to see John in my room studying a picture of me and Lilith I keep in a small silver frame on top of my fireplace. I’m even more surprised I didn’t know he was here. With my brother gone, it’s not the time to be dropping my guard.

  “I’m impressed. You snuck up on me this time. What do I owe the pleasure of this visit after you left so spectacularly earlier?” I drawl, slightly defensive while leaning against the door frame.

  “When are you going to retrieve the dagger?” He states bluntly. Unlike earlier, he’s dressed far more casual than I’d expect. No leather. No cool shoes. Just a t-shirt and jeans, looking like he’s been busy all night, if the circles under his eyes are anything to take note of.

  As soon as I find where the fuck my brother last saw it. Wait-

  “How the fuck do you know about the dagger?” I ask quietly.

  John’s eyes meet mine as he offers me a frustrated look. “You shouldn’t have gone there by yourself.”

  No. See this is what I’m fucking talking about.

  “Last time I checked, I didn't ask for your opinion,” I grit out.

  Whatever John wanted me to say, it wasn’t that. He’s walking across the room so fast, I barely have time to lean back against the wall before his arms are on either side of me. His eyes are heated orbs, and his jaw clenches as he examines my face for something.

  “I can’t keep doing this, little bird,” he whispers as his body shakes with tension. “You have to give me something. Fucking anything.”

  I swallow and my eyes flicker between his own. When I speak, my voice is quieter than normal, “I don’t know what you need from me, John. I don’t know if I have what you need.”

  Wasn’t that my worst fear though? My stepmother told me constantly that I wasn’t good enough, and she barely knows me. What if I open myself up to him and he decides the same? Attachments only lead to disappointment.

  He presses his forehead against mine and speaks quietly, “I am fucking crazy about you, Robyn. I’ve lost my got damn mind over you, and most days I can’t even tell if you like me. I need something, because I can only run on nothing for so long baby.”

  Oh shit.

  I feel my chest pulsate with a sharp pain. I really don’t know what I’ll give him. I’ve given him more than I have anyone else. Literally. Not only was he the only person I’ve consistently been with for two years, but he’s also the only person I’ve been with. Ever.

  Hey! It’s not my fault the guy has a perfect cock. And a perfect body. And a perfect face. What am I suppose to downgrade to ‘Frat Douchebag Chad’, or whatever? No. So I stuck with what works and it felt fucking fantastic. Though I have maintained we weren’t exclusive, that was just, you know, to keep the distance. And to protect me in case he starts hooking up with other people. In case he found something, or someone, he wants more. Something better. Christ, I need to work out these mommy issues.

  I just don’t understand what the fuck else he wants from me?

  I exhale, and start talkin
g in frustration. “John, I don’t know what else you want from me? Do you want me to tell you that I haven’t hooked up with anyone else? Because I haven’t. Do you want me to tell you that you were the first and only person I’ve fucked? Because you are! What the fuck else do you want from me? I spend any extra time I have with you, and you’re the only person I’m fucking seeing. I don’t like being exclusive because when you decide to go fuck someone else, I’m not planning on looking like an idiot. So please, inform me, what the fuck I am doing that isn’t ‘enough’ for you?”

  I’m totally yelling at this point.

  John’s eyes are wide as he tilts his head, trying to dissect what I just said. Did I really just admit all of that out loud? Fuck. See, this is why I don’t get mad. I say stupid shit.

  “I was your first?” He asks, his voice deeper than before as an odd tension pulls between us.

  I watch him cautiously, “yes.”

  He’s now pressed up against me as I try to contain the moan building in my throat. His hard cock is pressed right against me through those stupid fucking jeans. Hadn’t I made a mental rule about him not wearing pants around me earlier?

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” I hiss as something sparks in his eyes. Woah. That’s a new look. I clearly said something right, because the fucker is practically melting my clothes off with the sexual tension rolling off of him.

  “No random guys?” He mumbles, looking oddly possessive and vulnerable at the same time.

  “God damn it, John, no!” I bark, feeling actually angry. And horny. Really fucking horny.

  A masculine smile has his lips tilting before his large rough hand sinks into my hair, and he angles my head back just slightly, so I have to meet his perfectly different color eyes. I feel my heart beat a nervous tune as he speaks quietly.

  “I would never cheat on you,” he states, his voice filled with way more emotion than I expected. Oh God. Cheating implies we’re in a relationship. When did I lose control of all this so fast? But his next words silence my fears.

  “From the first time we fucking met, I’ve been crazy about you Robyn, absolutely fucking psychotic,” he whispers against my lips. “I haven’t looked at another woman since you, and probably won’t ever.”

  Oh. Well then.

  I’m terrible at knowing what to say, so instead, I do what I’m confident in. I grasp his face, and kiss him. His cool breath invades my mouth, and causes a tremble of excitement to spiral through me. My toes curl as he groans against my lips and presses me into the wall, his lips devouring my own, causing a whimper to get stuck somewhere between my throat and his lips.

  “John,” I breathe out as he easily scoops me up, his large hands spanning my bottom, as I grip my legs around him. I’m really fucking glad I’m barely dressed right now.

  “Little bird,” he mumbles against my lips, and I gasp as he drops me back on the bed. His large frame follows after me so I’m pinned underneath him. A hand finds a bruising grip on my hip, and the other tilts my chin so that I’m looking at him right in the eyes.

  I can’t handle the emotion there, so I tighten my legs around him and he lets out a muttered curse, my fingers find the button on his jeans. With an easy movement, my shirt is off and his follows along with his jeans, allowing my eyes to trace his fucking fantastic body. I mean shit. How do you even get that cut? I feel my breathing turn quick as my pulse races, his movements almost predatory as he pulls my smaller wrists above my head and pushes my thighs open to accommodate for him. My entire body breaks out into a flush of heat that feels cold and hot at the same time, with my body shivering in anticipation.

  For the record, it’s his fucking fault I love sex so much.

  My throat produces a low needy sound as he presses right against my wet center. I arch my back and roll my hips, hoping and praying it’ll make him fuck me faster.

  “Patience,” he demands, his voice sharp, holding a distinctly darker tone to it as he nips my neck. I really do try to be patient as he presses into me just slightly, his hard, wide, length making me hiss out in pleasure.

  “Please,” I breathe out, hating that word on my lips.

  “Tell me what you need,” he murmurs. his eyes holding a wicked glint.

  “I need you to fuck me,” I breathe out as his lips turns up into a small smirk as he sinks in another inch.

  “That’s not what I mean, little bird,” his teeth tugs on my ear. “What do I need to do to break down those fucking walls of yours?”

  My body and brain are in a fucking lust induced coma. I let out a frustrated sound as he makes a ‘tsking’ noise and tugs on my lip “I’m not fucking you until I get an answer, Robyn.”

  God fucking damn it. I have an answer, but I don’t want to fucking give it to him. Unfortunately, I really want his cock, so you can understand the conflict here. I weigh them both. Pride and fucking. I meet his gaze boldly, daring him to comment on what I’m going to say next.

  “Don’t give up on me,” I say so softly.

  Wasn’t that the truth of it? Wasn’t that why it hurt so much when he left earlier? Wasn’t that what had happened with my own stepmother? Those eyes darken as a serious expression crosses his face and he leans closer.

  “Never,” he whispers as I cry out, his massive length bottoming out inside of me. Holy fucking shit. Every time gets better and better.

  “How are you still this fucking tight?” He grits out in a dark, almost strangled voice.

  He doesn’t give me a fucking chance to respond before he begins to fuck me. Hard. I cry out as his familiar length impales me and brings pleasure soaring through my body. Being with John is like going home, if your house is on fire. It feels safe and reckless. Contradictory and beautiful, just like him. Sometimes I feel like the man is burying himself so deeply inside of me, there will be no fucking way to get rid of him. That doesn’t upset me nearly as much as it should.

  Without warning, the man flips me and I cry out his name as his hand tightens in my hair, causing a sharp pain to course through me against the pleasure. The combination is heady, and everything around me seems to get hazy, the lights darker as he holds my hip in a bruising grasp, filling me again and again. Trying to fuck us until we're both molded together into one entity. The intensity that surrounds him is coursing through the room, and my nails dig into the bed as he presses my back down and my back arches. Somehow, he’s able to go impossibly deeper, causing a sharp white hot pleasure to course through me.

  My climax is nearing and he can feel it as he groans, my pussy tightening around him, pulling a curse of ‘fuck’ out of his mouth. When he speaks, his voice rough, “are you going to cum on my cock, baby?”

  I think somewhere between those dirty words and his fingers against my clit, I explode, and his name echoes through the space as my entire body combusts. My vision goes spotty as his climax follows mine as he bottoms out and fills me with all of it. A second climax surges through me at the feeling of his teeth on my neck. The sharp sting has my eyes fluttering shut as everything seems to go dark for just a few minutes.

  At least, I think it was only a few minutes.

  “Robyn,” he whispers softly as warm water cascades around me in a slow comforting pattern. My head is pressed against his chest as those hands wash and soothe my body. I open my lashes and peer down at his familiar naked body, my smile growing.

  At least the bastard has finally gotten the memo on not wearing pants in the shower.

  I have no idea what time it is when I finally return to the land of the functioning. My eyes flutter open as I look at John’s fantastic naked body I’m essentially wrapped around. Wow. I’m a clingy fucking cuddler. My lips tilt up into a private smile remembering his words from yesterday.

  I hope what he said was real, even if I will never admit it.

  My feet meet the soft carpet floor as I walk towards the massive windows overlooking New York City. It’s beautiful. One of the reasons my brother chose this place. And one that made me happ
y to stay. A surge of guilt hits me, because I’m having a fucking great time, literally, while my brother is being held in captivity. I need to get into his fucking files today.

  The problem? I don’t have access. He never wanted to put us at risk if someone was able to access the system. I shake my head and wrap a robe around my body, leaving John to sleep as I momentarily eye fuck him. I can feel my core tightening as I mentally reprimand myself. Really, Robyn?

  I left my cell phone in the kitchen last night, so when I hear it ringing, it startles me a bit. I reach for it, and practically fucking groan at the number. My thumb swipes across as I put it up to my ear, knowing exactly what type of fucking day it’s going to be.

  “What?” I demand.

  A husky laugh drips with charm on the other end. Except, it’s not a nice laugh. It’s lethal and dark, like its owner. The man’s more dangerous than anyone I know, and I know a lot of fucking scary people.

  “Now, Red, don’t tell me you aren’t pleasantly surprised to hear from me?” He drawls.

  My sarcasm comes out at full force. “You know what, Richy Rich? I am actually pretty fucking annoyed. I was having a rather good night, and good morning, if you know what I mean.”

  A low annoyed sound comes from his throat at my nickname, or maybe at the innuendo. Who the fuck knows? The man is a fucking sociopath and I refuse to play his games. Although, sometimes he forces my hand.

  “You’re coming with me to Saint Judes Christmas Charity gala tonight,” he sighs, as if bored. “Pack a bag. We are going to be there overnight.”

  I bark out a laugh. “Are you high? I thought D.A.R.E taught you all about how bad drugs are for you, Richy Rich. I am not, and will not ever, go out with you.”

  His smile is nearly audible, “ah, but you will, Red.”

  “Why is that?” I ask entertained. That nickname makes me laugh because I wonder if he views himself as the big bad wolf in our interactions. I like to argue that it’s the opposite.