Seeking Our Forever
Nelson Brothers
Liberty Parker
Darlene Tallman
Contents
Cover Page
Blurb
Character Bible
Acknowledgments
Prologue
1. Jonas
2. Jonas
3. Jonas
4. Jonas
5. Jonas
6. Raven
7. Raven
8. Jonas
9. Jonas
10. Raven
11. Jonas
12. Raven
13. Raven
14. Jonas
15. Jonas
16. Jonas
17. Jonas
18. Raven
19. Raven
20. Jonas
21. Raven
22. Raven
Epilogue
Stalking Links for Liberty Parker
Stalking Links For Darlene
Also by Liberty Parker
Also by Darlene Tallman
Seeking Our Forever
Nelson Brothers book 2
Copyright © Liberty Parker & Darlene Tallman 2019
Published by Liberty Parker & Darlene Tallman
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Model: Tyler Sibley
Photographer: @RplusMphotos
Edited by: Joanne Dearman, Kat Beecham, Melanie Gray,
Shannon McFadden, Beth DiLoreto, Mary Kern
Proofread by: Charmane Brooks
Formatting by: Liberty Parker
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ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. All of the characters in this book are fiction and figments of the authors’ imaginations. No part of this story is based on any true events or anyone’s life. If any MC names are used by any real, or true person, it is coincidental and in no way based on them or any real-life human being, living or not.
Blurb
Jonas Nelson is the ‘nerd’ behind the missions. A virtual genius, he sits behind his computer and patiently tracks the evil men and women they’re hired to capture. He’s a badass in his own right, but prefers to be behind the scenes, unlike his two brothers. His escape from the worldwide web and the missions they embark on is underground fighting, MMA style.
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Since they disposed of Sinclair, Jonas has been watching his widow, who’s unaware of where her husband has disappeared to. He doesn’t like what he sees, though, as she is constantly peeking out the blinds to watch and see if her abusive husband makes a reappearance. It has him on edge and his protective instincts on high alert.
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Raven Robenstein is an IT genius. A chance encounter with a man who came knocking on her door one evening, one she would describe to friends, if she had any left, as ‘hot as hell but out of my league’ leads to a job opportunity that will help her pay for her son's surgery to repair a congenital heart defect.
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When the local gang targets Raven, she turns to Jonas for help, never expecting to find the one thing her heart was missing—him.
Character Bible
Nelson Brothers
Silas
Atticus
Jonas
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Women
Piper
Destiny
Raven
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Raven’s Son
Damien
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Nelson Team
Frank
Gordon
Liam
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Special Appearances
Chief
Tig
Dedication
To our families - we couldn’t do this crazy thing without your love and support. Thank you for the meals you’ve prepared, the drinks you’ve grabbed from the fridge, and most of all, the encouragement to keep going on the tough days.
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Liberty & Darlene
Acknowledgments
To our PAs - Nicole, Sharon, Charmane, Melanie - whether you’re working ‘online’ or in the trenches as we go to signings - we couldn’t do any of this without y’all trying to keep us straight!
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To our team - Joanne, Kat, Beth, Melanie, Mary, Shannon - here’s another one for y’all to have a good time going through! You have no idea how much your notes from each book spurs us on to be better the next time. Who knows - maybe someday you’ll get a ‘perfect’ manuscript!
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To our RGMC Insiders, Darlene’s Dolls and Liberty’s Luscious Ladies - we appreciate each and every share, every message, every excited emoji whenever we post what’s coming next.
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To our furbabies - y’all may not be able to read this but trust us when we say that we appreciate the snuggles and cuddles as we try to write. Maybe not the extra words that a few of you (Chloe and Duckie) try to add, but thankfully, we have a great team who catches those things.
Prologue
Jonas
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It’s been a little over six weeks since I started my stake-out of Sinclair’s now widow. I was drawn to her immediately from her photographs alone, but those have nothing on the real live version of her. She’s a wet-dream in a nutshell. The kind of woman as a teenage boy I used to jack off to. What the fuck she was doing with that son-of-a-bitch, Sinclair Robenstein, is beyond me. She deserves so much more than a man like him could offer. She deserves to be worshiped and put up on a pedestal. She is the epitome of what every woman longs to be. She also looks like a scared bunny rabbit seeking shelter. A safe haven that I want to provide! I want to protect her from the evils of the world and kill the monsters that lurk under her bed. I want to chase all of her demons away and slay all of her dragons.
Raven Robenstein.
Now that’s a woman I can sink my teeth into. Her name on my tongue causes my dick to swell in need and want.
She has long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a body that makes a man quiver in anticipation. And those legs, don’t even get me started on those. All I can visualize is them wrapped around my neck as I taste the deliciousness that is her flavor. I’ve had to adjust my jeans several times as the zipper digs into my heated flesh, with my overwhelming desire to claim her as my own.
I just need to figure out how to approach her without giving away the fact that we were responsible for her asshole husband’s sudden disappearance, and demise. I did manage to do some things behind the scenes, and the monies that were in his name were delivered to her house.
In cash.
I remember the look on her face when she opened her door and saw the bag sitting there. She carried it inside and I watched through her open living room window as she opened the bag and pulled out the note.
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Raven,
Trust me when I say that you’ve earned every penny of this and more. Please use it to take care of yourself and your son.
Forever your new and devoted friend,
J
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She was smart, though, she didn’t just run to her bank and make a hef
ty deposit, which would have drawn a lot of suspicion her way. No, she opened several new accounts, made a decent deposit in each of them, and put the rest in the fireproof lock box that I know is in her bedroom closet. She’s a smart woman, knows how to keep a trail of money from being discovered. Unless, that is, there’s someone like me that can trace every penny of it. But that’s okay, I’ll be there to help her pave the way for a new life for her, and her boy.
But yet, I sit. I watch. I wait.
Biding my time and getting as much of a paper trail as I can to show her. I mean, without proof, why would I expect her to believe a word I say? I’m a stranger to her. Soon, she’ll start receiving packages detailing the wrongdoings of her husband. She’ll learn what a true monster she was married to. I am both looking forward to her seeing what I’ve found, and also worried about how hard she’s going to take it. From my end of things, it doesn’t seem like she’s missing her husband too terribly much. She actually seems more relieved he’s not around with each hour that passes.
I wouldn’t trust me, if I was the one to walk up to her door and open up her version of doomsday. Sinclair Robenstein was evil personified. What I wonder the most is, was she aware of his activities? Was she aware of the things he was doing to innocent women and children? From what I’ve observed, my gut tells me no, but I am a watcher. I’ll keep my lids open and never allow anyone to pull the wool over my eyes.
I’ve amassed an indisputable amount of documentation of the depraved things he was involved in. The women he kidnapped was just the fucking tip on a huge-ass iceberg. He had a multitude of shell corporations that showed her as the CEO. Based on my research, she never leaves the house unless it’s to run to the grocery store, or to drive her kid back and forth to school. There’s no fucking way she ran businesses of that magnitude from home. The good thing is, I managed to maneuver things so that her name was removed from everything and put it all into his name. Hopefully, that will keep her safe from any of his business associates and the law.
I long for that day to come, however, the one where I can knock on her door and speak to her face-to-face. Her kid is standoffish with anyone but his mother. I’ve seen proof of this when I’ve followed her to the grocery store, bank, and when she took him to purchase a new pair of shoes. He stayed glued to her side and never strayed. That’s unusual for a boy his age. Usually, they’re wandering around and getting lost. In some ways, his behaviors remind me of me and my brothers and how we were growing up. My anger flares when I think that a boy that small may have endured what we put up with from our old man. He’s slight in size, and I wonder if he has any health issues. I didn’t find any while trolling the web, but that doesn’t mean anything. Her piece of shit husband could have paid someone to come to them to keep that quiet so that he wouldn’t be perceived as being weak. Yeah, I know how that fucker likely thought based on our interrogation of him and the shit I’ve found. Good riddance to taking out the fucking trash is all I’ve gotta say.
My fists clench wondering what that bastard said or did that has that little guy scared of his own shadow. I mentally vow to do everything I can to help him overcome that feeling.
My goals set, I leave and head back to the office to see if any of the feelers I put out into cyberspace have caught anything yet.
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Raven
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I don’t know why my husband has suddenly up and disappeared. He’s never given me that kind of freedom before. What’s happened now? I don’t ask because I miss him, I ask because I’m terrified he’ll come back. Ours was an arranged marriage, and honestly, I loathe the man and his evil, dastardly ways.
My son is scared to death of him.
My family refuses to have us over because of the way he acts and treats us. Not to mention the fact that he’s basically alienated me from anyone who gives a damn about me.
My friends, the few I had anyway, have abandoned me. Scared of him and his words, they all disappeared without a word. The only ones I have now are online, that’s not to say I trust a single one of them. He’s made sure I don’t have a trusting bone left in my body.
It’s weird, because my dad’s the one who insisted on this marriage merger to begin with. I couldn’t stand my husband on first glance, but I did what I had to do for my family. It was sheer dumb luck that I got pregnant the first time out of the gate. Thankfully, he hasn’t touched me since that one time. I shudder at the memory of him. He uses sex as a weapon, so I’m glad he lost interest in me once we realized I had become pregnant. The day I found out I was expecting was not only the best day of my life as a mother-to-be but being pregnant saved me from my husband’s abusive hands.
Wrapping things up, it was awful. Granted, as a virgin, I shouldn’t have realized that, but before him, I had girlfriends and they talked. A lot. About their one-night stands, about their long-term boyfriends. So I know how it should be. Plus, I read constantly, and even though it’s fiction, there’s absolutely no way there’s not a tiny bit of truth as far as I’m concerned!
I know he has women on the side. I’m not dumb enough to believe a man like him can go without. If I had proof of it, it would be enough to file for a divorce without any backlash from my family. But he’s always been too careful and believe me, I’ve searched. Nothing on the credit card statements or our joint bank statement. Not that my family likes him, but they sure as hell like his contacts. They use him as their stepping stone, the same way they used me. Anything to put them on top, make them a force to be reckoned with. They don’t care if they gave their only daughter to a piece of shit who’s hellbent on making my life a living hell.
But with his sudden disappearance, I have a feeling that something bad is coming my way. I need a plan, one that includes me and Damien disappearing. I won’t let my son become a pawn in someone’s game or gain. He’s innocent in all this mess, and I won’t let him become anyone’s victim or bargaining chip. I will protect him with my last breath.
One
Jonas
Two weeks later, I’m coming home from yet another round of watching Raven and her boy Damien. When I make it back to the house, Silas is pacing back and forth in the front yard. “What’s up?” I ask him as I walk up to the front door.
“Destiny is having a therapy session, and it’s driving me insane not being in there to protect her.”
“You can’t protect her from what’s already taken place,” I try to ease his worry.
“I just don’t see what reliving it, over and over again, is going to accomplish.” His anguish over that little slip of a woman is consuming him. Mr. Silent, Mr. I Don’t Give a Fuck, has apparently lost his mind over her. This is either a good thing, or it’s gonna go south. Knowing Silas, it’s a toss-up. I mentally gear up for a long and bumpy road where they’re concerned.
“Sometimes, people get stuck in their heads when shit happens to them. Talking about it makes it so it’s not hidden any more, it’s out in the open.”
“Okay, Dr. Phil, anything else you wanna add?” His tone is grouchy as fuck, and I realize that maybe I should have kept my opinions to myself.
“Nothing, actually. Just saying, she’ll be fine. She’s got you, and of course, Piper. And we’ll help wherever needed.”
“She feels like trash, Jonas.” Now he sounds gutted, something that I’ve never heard because he was the one who took it from our dad and that’s hardened him. The fact that Destiny has gotten to him is telling and I file it away for future reference.
“But she’s not, and we’ll all help her recognize that.” My hope is that he believes in us enough to know we’ll never stray from our devotion where Piper and her sister are concerned.
“What if she never does?” he chokes out.
“Have you met our sister-in-law?” I question. “Do you remember what she did in an effort to get her sister back? She’s not gonna stop, Silas. Not ever.” I’m convinced of that fact.
He chuckles because when we first met Piper, she was hell
on wheels. Gave Atticus a run for his money and giving us all a good laugh at times. She earned the nickname he gave her, that’s for sure! “Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably worried over nothing.”
“Didn’t say it was gonna be a walk in the park,” I caution.
“Yeah, not expecting that at all. Her nightmares haven’t stopped yet.” I look at him closely and see the exhaustion on his face.
“You look wiped, brother,” I tell him.
“Nightmares means no sleep,” he replies. “So, how’s the Widow Robenstein?”
Fuck, shoulda remembered that Silas doesn’t miss shit! “Uh, fine.”
“You talked to her yet? Told her what you’ve found?” His twenty questions are starting to grate on my nerves.
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