Doctor Feel Good: A Novel From The Be Yours Series

by Saffire, Blue

  I pull the blade in his shoulder down and across his back, causing him to holler. It’s the sweetest sound to my ears. Yanking both blades out, I stand and kick him over. He screams as his open wounds hit the concrete floor beneath him.

  I look to my husband. “Would you like to hush him or should I?”

  Uri rolls his eyes at the incessant screaming and puts a bullet in his head. “I have no patience for this shit anymore.”

  “I know. That wasn’t as fun as it used to be.” I shrug my shoulders and clean my blades with the handkerchief he hands me.

  “We’re getting old,” he mumbles.

  “Maybe.” I say nonchalantly. “The fat bastard dies.”

  Uri nods. “I’ll talk to the twins and Omid. It’s their family. If they give the word… it’s done.”

  I mumble to myself. I don’t want to ask anyone shit but out of respect I will. He’s going to pay for this.

  That I promise.

  Chapter 41

  Safe at Home

  Divine

  I’ve been pacing for hours. Uri said he’d take care of it. I’ve been praying that my husband is returned to me without a hair on his head harmed.

  Fairuza has been crying nonstop for the last hour. My nerves are so frazzled, I don’t know if I should join her or ask someone to watch her so I can go find her father myself. It’s not helping that my brothers are sitting in my living room watching me like three bodyguards.

  They wanted to go with Kevin to find Omid, but he told them to leave it to the professionals. My head is still spinning with the fact that Kevin heads Nick’s security team. He was right, none of Omid’s friends are who they seem. I’m hoping that means they will do just what they promise.

  “Man, it’s been over eight hours. Each hour closes the window on this shit,” Nashawn says.

  “If you don’t shut your ass up,” Neil says and pulls a face at him.

  “I’m just saying.”

  I huff. “We know what you’re saying. We’re saying please stop saying it.”

  “Whatever,” he mumbles.

  Lance stands and comes over to me. “Let me see if I can calm her down a bit.”

  I reluctantly release my daughter. Having her in my arms was one of the things keeping me glued together. I pass a hand over her little head while she wails away.

  “Phew, we’re going to have to do something about that,” Val says drawing all of our attention.

  “Well, damn,” Nashawn says.

  Uri steps up and wraps an arm around her waist. LaSalle holds Tasha at his side as well. However, it’s the man standing next to them that has all of my attention. His lip is busted, his hair is a bit disheveled, and his suit jacket is gone but he’s here.

  The shock wears off and I run into his arms. Omid lifts me from my feet and I lock my legs around his waist. I place my forehead to his.

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “I called Uri. I didn’t know what else to do.”

  He brushes my lips with his. “You did the right thing. Thank you.”

  Val clears her throat. “I’m taking my niece and nephew for the day. You two go be grown-ups. Auntie Val has this. You have milk stashed?”

  “In the kitchen.”

  “Great. We’ll be back tomorrow.”

  Val walks over to Lance and plucks Fairuza from his hold. The contrast of Val’s Laura Croft getup and her mothering nature should jar me but there’s something natural about it. Tasha moves to the playpen for a sleeping Firuz.

  “Make it two days. I’ll take them next,” Tasha says. “We know what it’s like. We’ve been there.”

  There’s a story behind her words and the way she looks at LaSalle. I wonder what happened. These two are such a power couple. They seem so untouchable to me.

  Omid nuzzles my neck, pulling my attention from the others. The look of need in his eyes tightens my belly. Something happened while he was away. Something that has shaken him to his core. I can tell.

  He places me on my feet. Moving to Val and Tasha, he takes a baby at a time to hug and kiss before returning them to the arms of their protectors. That’s who those women are.

  I can see that now. They protect their family. I may have called Uri, but I get the feeling Val had a lot to do with my husband’s return.

  “We’ll head out too,” Lance says. “Glad you’re home safe, homie.”

  I get a little choked up when each of my brothers hug Omid, one by one. This is a big step forward. I hope that all of my family can learn to be accepting of my husband. Mostly meaning my dad.

  We see everyone out and Omid turns to me. I’m against the door before I can register he’s about to move. I wrap my legs around him and lock my fingers in his hair. I try to be careful of his lip but he doesn’t seem to care.

  His kiss is different. It’s… desperate. Almost like he’s kissing me for what could be the last time. He pulls away from the door and starts to move through the house.

  We end up in the master bathroom. He steps from his shoes and walks us into the shower fully clothed. He reaches to turn on the water while kissing his way down my neck.

  “Baby, what happened? What’s wrong?” I gasp as his feverish touch drives me crazy.

  “I need you.” He gives the simple reply, nothing more.

  I nod and reach for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He works on the leggings I put on when I arrived home and spent an hour just trying to find things to do with myself. He drops to his knees, just barely allowing my feet to touch the tiles. I reach to unclasp my bra as he steadies me and peels my panties down my legs.

  He lifts me onto his shoulders and dives into my core. I shove one hand into the front of his hair as I claw at the wall behind me with the other. My hair is soaked, hanging heavily in my face and around my shoulders. I lick my lips as I stare down at him devouring me.

  “Oh yes,” I pant. He tilts my hips to gain more access. “Oh shit. Yes. Yes.”

  * * *

  Omid

  I can’t stop eating her pussy. I need to feel her close to me. Knowing someone wanted to harm her, to take her from me has me split in two. She will never leave my home alone again.

  I start on the buttons of my soaked shirt. I need to be inside of her. Reluctantly, I release her and set her on her feet. Lifting to my full height, I tug my shirt off and toss it to the shower floor. My pants and boxers are next to drop.

  “I love you,” I breathe against her lips as I cup her face.

  “I love you too.”

  I cover her lips, inhaling her like air. Dipping, I wrap her thighs with my arms and bring her to my waist. My cock rubs over her wet folds before I press her to the shower wall and slide inside her tight heat.

  It’s like taking my first breath. I lock eyes with her, needing the connection. I place a hand beside her head, anchoring myself to the moment.

  “You always feel so good. I’d lose my mind without you.”

  “You’ll never be without me.”

  Her words cause me to drive into her hard. Her back hits the wall and she cries out. I reach to brush her wet hair from her face, revealing her beauty to me. Those brown eyes stare back at me with so much love and trust.

  We’ve come so far. Too far for me to let anyone harm her. I shake that thought away, it just makes me crazy.

  She cups my jaw, a questioning expression covering her face. I take her lips in answer, pouring all of my love into her as we make love. Each stroke soothing my need and driving it at the same time.

  “Whatever it is, we’ll get through this together,” she whispers.

  I nod and press my forehead to hers. My calm in the mist of my turmoil. I couldn’t ask for more.

  “Come with me, aşkım.”

  “Dilediğin gibi kralım.”

  Her king. She guts me every time she says that and she knows it. As she promises, upon my wish she comes just as I coat her insides.

  I rub my nose against her cheek. No
t ready to let her go. I envelop her in my arms and relish in her nearness.

  “We will be at this for a few hours. Prepare yourself.”

  She laughs. “Kind of figured that.”

  * * *

  Divine

  He comes back into the bed and hands me a box. We’ve finally come up for air. I’ve been well loved and turned out.

  “I never got to give you your birthday present,” he says as I take the box from him.

  “What it is?”

  “Open it.” He grabs me by the thighs and pulls me closer.

  Legs draped over his, I rip the paper from the box. When I lift the lid there’s a chain with a key on it. I lift the chain from the box and hold it up between us. I bounce my gaze between him and the key.

  “You said you wished you had an office space closer to the house and nearer to my practice. I found you the perfect location and office space. We can go look at it in the morning,” he explains.

  I sit just staring at him for a moment. My expression blank. He’s giving me the key to a new office space?

  “Let me get this straight. I mentioned a new office space and you found one to rent for me. Just because I said it?”

  “No, I purchased you the space just because you said it,” he corrects.

  “I’m just going to say thank you because I don’t know what else to say.”

  “You’re welcome. Happy birthday, Divine. I love you.”

  This is a birthday I’ll never forget. That’s for sure.

  Chapter 42

  A Father First

  Omid

  “You will learn to be a great man,” I murmur against the top of my son’s head.

  I inhale his sweet scent. Divine and I just finished giving the twins a bath. Music plays through the house as we spend a lazy Sunday at home. Divine took Fairuza to the kitchen to check on dinner, leaving me and my boy here together for a moment.

  “You have learned to be a great man.” I turn at the sound of my father’s voice to find him with Fairuza in his arms. “Not the man I would have molded you into but still a very great man.”

  “Hey, baba.”

  “Hello, my son.”

  He comes across the room and tugs me into his embrace. He holds me as tightly as he can with the two children between us. I’m surprised when he holds on a little longer than I’m expecting.

  “I’ve wanted to do that from the time I arrived in America,” he says when he releases me.

  I look at him in confusion. He pats my cheek. The smile on his face is open and welcoming but I’m still cautious.

  “Why didn’t you?”

  He laughs. “You have seen me as the villain for years. I didn’t realize how much so until your friend and cousins arrives in Iran. I was angry all those years ago.

  “I made many mistakes. I made threats I didn’t mean. Said things that weren’t me. Your grandfather would’ve followed through on it and so much more. He was always a hard man.”

  “Yeah, uncle Jahan had to hear how pissed he was at me. At all of us.”

  My father gives a half laugh. “I wish I could’ve done what Jahan did. Instead, I’ve worked to cover him so he could be who he wanted to be. When your grandfather passes a lot of things will change. I’ve wanted you home to instill much of that change. Paiman is entitled. Bazar is still young.

  “It’s now that I see you’re happy in the life Allah has chosen for you. Do you understand why I’ve been so lenient with you?”

  “Uncle Jahan and the Alliance,” I say kissing my son’s forehead as he starts to whimper.

  He looks down at Fairuza fast asleep in his arms. Gently, he places her into the crib. He looks at her like she created the world and offered it to him.

  “You would think that,” he says when he looks at me. “Of all my wives, I’ve had a special place in my heart for Sassa. I was devasted when I couldn’t give her a child. My father encouraged me to marry Padma. He believed that Sassa was why Allah didn’t want to bless me.”

  “Seriously?” I scowl.

  “You see, I was supposed to marry Padma first but once I saw Sassa I chose her. She was beautiful in spirit as well as her face. I wanted desperately to have that light.

  “You know how things are. So much discord and fighting. I wanted the peace I saw in her,” he says with a distant look in his eyes.

  “So Büyük baba thought she was cursed for you picking her over Padma?”

  “Yes. When I married Padma she didn’t produce an heir either. That’s when baba introduced me to Hana. Very pretty face, but her heart has always been in the exact place I didn’t want mine. When you were born, it only made her worse. Padma became pregnant the next year with your brother and you know the rest,” he waves a hand.

  “She became a nagging witch because she was the first to give you an heir.”

  “Your mother is spoiled and entitled. I will deal with her. She will not be in your hair any longer.

  “Here is what I want you to understand. I thought I was the cursed one. I thought I would never have children of my own. Three wives before my first son was born. You were a miracle to me from Allah.

  “You have always been special. I’ve allowed you things I haven’t the others because you were born with a purpose. A purpose known only by you and Allah.

  “If that’s women’s medicine, praises be to Allah. You’ve fallen in love with a woman named Divine, my son.

  “I don’t think that’s a coincidence. I’ve been trying to tell you since I arrived that I’m proud of you. I came to America to learn the truth. What your life is truly like because the man that arrived in Iran for the first time in nineteen years was a man that I respect.”

  “What are you saying?”

  “I’m saying, every time I’ve opened my mouth to get to know my son better, my crazy wife has opened her mouth to ruin it. I told her leave Gulzar in Iran. The only reason I kept Sassa from calling to warn Navid was because I wanted to know the truth. I wanted to know you.”

  He places a hand on my shoulder and gives a squeeze before bringing me in for a hug. “You’re the most precious thing to me, Omid. You’re always welcome in my home. You’re the son I prayed for.

  “I’m very proud of you. Navid has shown me all of your great work. I wish you would use your real name. Let it be known to the world that the prince has saved lives and given hope to men and women that are desperate for children just as I once was.”

  Wow.

  My mind is blown. I never would’ve thought any of this. I guess I didn’t give him a chance when I think about it. I was always on the defense.

  Which only confirms one thing. Paiman acted alone. All signs have pointed to that truth but this is what I needed to be sure of.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t give you a chance.”

  “I understand. She’s special. I would protect her with everything in me as well. The way I protect Sassa from your mother,” he grins.

  “I’m glad you have the twins and friends willing to give their lives for you. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I lost you forever. I love you, Omid. We will be in each other’s lives moving forward.”

  “I love you too, Baba. I will make the time to come home more.”

  * * *

  Divine

  I wipe at the corners of my eyes. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but shit my company’s name is Gossip. It’s not like I was seriously going to walk away.

  Hearing Omid and his father reconcile has me thinking of my own dad. We need to make all of this right. Life is too short. I almost lost my husband.

  I run for the front of the house and grab my keys. Jumping into the coup, I head for my parents’ house. I’m bound to find my daddy sitting in front of the TV.

  I’m so focused on my mission, I forget to say I’m leaving. When my phone rings in the car, I feel like a jerk for not saying something. “Hey, babe. I wasn’t thinking. I’m running to my parents’,” I say when I answer the call.

  “Everything okay?�
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  “Yeah, I need to talk to my dad. Are you okay with the twins? I’ll come right back.”

  “How about we go together? You’re not that far yet, right?”

  I think on it. It’s time we stop dancing around my dad. “Yeah, that sounds good. I’m turning around.”

  I smile as Omid and his dad stand with the carriers getting them into the bigger car. I’m so happy they have mended their relationship.

  Once we’re all in the car, Omid drives us to my parents’. I sit between my children watching them sleep. When they grow up, I wish them nothing but happiness with whoever makes them happy.

  I want them to love with their hearts and not their eyes. I want them to know God, not a religion that limits them or places God in a box. I want them to be good humans.

  When we get to Mommy and Daddy’s I can see the smoke from the grill billowing out from the back of the house. We get the babies out and I point Omid and his dad toward the front door. My mother will let them in. I want to talk to my dad first.

  “Hey, Daddy,” I say as I round the house and find him at the grill. He looks up and his eyes soften.

  “Hey, baby girl,” he says.

  I make it to his side and look up at him. This man has been my world all my life. He’s been there whenever I’ve needed him. I love my dad.

  He cups the side of my face. “I love all of my children, but I remember when you were born. I looked at your face and said to myself, she’s going to be a special one. You were stubborn from the beginning with this cute little pout like we all needed to cater to you before we pissed you off.”

  I laugh and cover his hand. I’ve always been called the brat in the family. We all know I’ve been spoiled.