“Tell your wife thanks for the thank you note, but that’s not why I’m calling. I have a situation you might be able to help me with.” Oh shit. To say we operated on two opposing sides of the law is putting it mildly. Still blood is blood. “What’s that?”
“Your cousin has a friend, Colton Lyon…” He went on to tell me about a trafficking ring operating on domestic soil. That’s more common than some might think, but not many know about the dark underbelly of that world that exists. I took down the info including the names of the people involved and promised to do what I could. Damn! Can’t get away from the grime.
I checked on her and decided to let her sleep off the night and get started on my uncle’s ‘favor’. Within an hour, I had all there was to find on the players involved. I wasn’t too worried about the SEALs, and Creed I knew a little bit about, and Lawton I’d heard of before. But the loose canon was Colton Lyon. On paper the guy was a nightmare.
He was the only one who’d never been in the service, and somehow there was barely enough info on him to give me a clear view, but what there was-was a law enforcement nightmare. The fact that he was so insular raised questions. No one is that good at staying off the radar unless they have some shit to hide.
I spent the next few hours pouring over everything I could find, digging beneath the surface until a picture started to form. My uncle hadn’t had a lot to go on, just some names and a general idea of what they were up against. I guess the rest was up to me, ergo the reason for his call.
The SEALs lives were pretty much interconnected both in and out of the service, so that made it easier to work from that angle. I had to use my secure server with the added bells and whistles to do a deep search. I got their records on screen and tried to see what wasn’t written there.
It didn’t take long to trace once I tugged on a few strings but the picture that unfolded was a troubling one. It’s always disheartening to know that the things you fight all over the world are happening right in your own backyard. The difference is, these boys were playing in the big leagues. It’s not everyday you find an interconnect between a known terrorist and sex trafficking.
The deeper I dug the more I understood why my mother’s older brother had asked for my help instead of taking care of it himself. This was going to be a tough one. Not something I can take care of in a few hours or days. It was going to take a lot of planning, but first I had to decide if I was willing to trust these men. Only time will tell.
Since I hadn’t been given the go ahead to share I held off on calling in any favors so it took a lot longer to get what I was looking for. The picture that formed at the end of my first big search left me reeling. I sat back in my chair in contemplation. I know it’s not possible to fight every injustice. That there are just some things that slip through the cracks, but this was some serious shit. I wondered if these men knew what they were up against.
By the time I felt the heat of the sun on my neck from the window behind me I’d had all I could stand for one morning. I shut down everything and made my way to the bedroom hungry for the sight of her. I needed her sweet beauty to erase the bad taste in my mouth. Fuck!
“Wake up sleeping beauty.” I climbed into bed and took her and my child in my arms. After the muck I’d just waded through, I needed to reassure myself that they were both safe. She sighed and pushed herself back against me before turning over.
I moved in for a kiss but was pushed hurriedly away before she bounded off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I was right on her heels and just in time to hold her hair while my son made her sick. I’m a sick fuck, because through all that, and while helping her get cleaned up, my dick, stayed iron hard.
“Better now, baby?” I picked her up and took her back to bed. I knew how this worked. In a few minutes she’d get her second wind and her horny ass would ride my cock raw. If she knew how much I looked forward to that shit she’d kill me. I waited her out, holding her comfortingly until her stomach settled. As soon as she turned her lips up to mine, I knew the game was on.
I let her push me to my back and watched appreciatively as she licked her way down my stomach until she reached my morning wood and took me into her mouth. “Fuck!” I threw my head back when she took me into her throat while fondling my balls. She’s trying to kill me.
I forgot to handle her with care and threw her to her back before slamming into her balls deep. I had her legs next to her ears and pounded into her while sucking on her tongue and wishing in that moment that we could stay that way forever. I went in too hard on one of my strokes and she screamed almost making my nuts draw up in their sac.
“Am I hurting you?” She shook her head and pulled my mouth back to hers aggressively. Her pussy was hot and tight as fuck this morning and if I hadn’t already bred her, I would’ve for sure with the load I shot off inside her. She wasn’t done with me yet so I kept thrusting while she fucked herself to another orgasm.
“Now tell me what’s wrong.” How the fuck was she talking? I couldn’t even remember my own name. I really should get off of her but I couldn’t move, and she felt so good. Then her words registered and I picked my head up. “What makes you think anything’s wrong?”
“Your face when you came in.” Damn, she knows me so well already. It was heartening. I pulled out and rolled off of her, flopping to my back next to her. “I have to make a short trip later this evening.” I waited for the outburst and had an argument prepared.
“Is someone in trouble?” I turned to her, folding her in my arms. “You can say that. I won’t be long, I promise. Just a quick in and out. I’ll go after you open your gifts and be back before you go to bed.”
“Well, we knew this would happen what with our jobs. I won’t make you feel bad for skipping out on me on our first holiday together.” She said it with a smile to soften the blow but I appreciated her understanding more than she’d know.
“If it wasn’t this important, trust me, I would put it off. But I think it best to get on this right away. I’ll tell you about it when I get back. By then I’d know where I’m going with this.”
By the time we made it to my parents’ house that dark cloud had cleared up a bit. The evening still loomed ahead, but I put it aside and made sure my wife had the best first holiday. We’d agreed for some reason not to tell anyone that she was carrying my child until after the first trimester. She tried explaining that shit to me but I didn’t get it. According to her, I didn’t need to. All I need to do is go along with her dictate. Kind of like a precursor for the next fifty years.
I was a little sad to leave her alone later that evening, but she said she preferred to be at our place waiting for me to staying with ma and the others like I’d planned. If leaving her before was hard, leaving my pregnant wife was a killer. Short of strapping her on to my ass and taking her everywhere with me, there was nothing I could do. I was tempted to do just that.
I landed in the early evening, three hours behind New York time. I called her from the car I had waiting for me at the hangar before heading to my destination. “You hanging in there baby?” I could imagine her rolling her eyes at that and smiled.
“I’m making a pig of myself with all this food your mom sent home with us. Meanwhile, didn’t I tell you I didn’t need a babysitter?”
“Jace is there I take it.” I’d called him at the last minute against her wishes to have anyone ride herd on her. I find that with her it’s easier to just do, instead of arguing.
“He’s not there for you, he’s there for the kid.” My ass. Of course my kid’s safety was of the utmost importance, but she comes first. She snorted at my answer. “Love you, be back soon.” I hung up before I made a complete ass of myself and put the address in the GPS.
I shifted gears as I drove through the unfamiliar streets though my mind was still back in New York with her. Once I reached Lyon’s place, I stood in the shadows studying the gigantic house in front of me. There were people milling around in their holiday cheer, happy, laughing.
I took a deep breath and prepared myself for what the fuck I was walking into.
THE END
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