Revenge has Come (An FBI/Romance Thriller Book 19)

by Morgan Kelley

  “So she saw my tattoos?” Ethan asked.

  “Oh, yeah, and she looked like she wanted to climb all over you, boss. She’s a shark. Someone should rip out her teeth for trying to keep snacking on you. Beg your pardon, ma’am.”

  She laughed.

  Finally.

  “It’s okay, Liam. I’m going to play dentist really soon—as in the next time I see her.”

  “I know Ivan will hold her down for you.”

  She realized their family was definitely growing. The men tasked to protect them were pretty special. They’d gone from pains in her ass to people she respected.

  Yes, even Igor the Horrible.

  “Thank you for your help,” Ethan stated. “Call me if there’s an issue.”

  He hung up.

  “I don’t know what to say,” she said.

  Ethan did. “I could have told you, but I think you needed to hear it from someone else. I didn’t cheat. I wouldn’t. I’ll call the office right now and have a polygraph ready for eight in the morning. I will jump through any hoops you put out to prove to you that I didn’t do that to you. I was a bastard, Elizabeth, telling you to leave, but I didn’t break our wedding vows. We weren’t over at the time. We were simply fighting through one bump in the road.”

  She started crying and dropped her face to her knees. “I’m so sorry.”

  Ethan stopped her. “Don’t apologize to me,” he stated. “I don’t deserve it. I did something worse than sleep with Marlee.”

  She looked over.

  “What?”

  “I broke your heart. I damaged that unflappable trust you had in me. I put that there when my temper escaped and I sent you away. Before that, you never doubted me. The trust you had in me was what made me who I am. I was able to become the Deputy Director of the FBI because you told me I wouldn’t fail. The day I hurt you, that trust disappeared, and I get it. I own it, Lyzee, my love.”

  “I don’t want to be afraid,” she stated.

  “And I don’t want you to be. I will NEVER cheat on you, Elizabeth. I swear on our kids, on the life we’ve built, and my honor. I was an asshole, but I didn’t lie.”

  “I do trust you.”

  “You don’t, but that’s okay.”

  “Ethan.”

  “When you went through that door with Ivan, do you want to know what I was thinking?” he asked, referring to the house where Bonnie had been watching them.

  “What?”

  “That you’d moved on. Before, I would have been the one you chose to have your back. I have to live with the fact that I’ve not only lost my wife in all of this, but I lost my partner. We were a team, and I destroyed that with my anger. So, don’t apologize to me. This isn’t on you, Elizabeth. It’s on me.”

  She didn’t realize how much she was hurting him back. Was it intentional?

  Elizabeth wasn’t sure.

  She could look into his eyes and see the hurt. Still, he was taking everything she threw at him.

  She offered him her hand.

  It was time to stop making him pay for one mistake. She’d nearly lost him the day he’d been abducted. She couldn’t lose him again.

  It would kill her.

  He took her hand.

  “I choose to believe you, Ethan, and I don’t need that polygraph test. I know the kind of man you are, and I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

  He wiped her tears with his thumbs.

  That’s when she noticed it.

  “What happened to your face?” she asked. “You have a bruise on your cheek.”

  “Um…let’s just say that I ran into an angry woman.”

  She gasped. “Did that two-bit slut bag put her hands on you?” she asked. “Did she hit you?”

  Elizabeth was appalled.

  “Yeah, I humiliated her and told her, and everyone listening, that you were my wife, and I’d never cheat on you with someone obviously beneath you.”

  She stared into his eyes.

  “As I told you before, I happen to like this Elizabeth. She’s feisty, compassionate, and wouldn’t go out of her way to intentionally hurt someone. That’s the sexiest thing about you. You have a great propensity to love.”

  She leaned in and kissed him. “Yay! Vomit breath,” he teased.

  “Do you want me to hurt you?” she asked.

  “Daily. Does that make me a sick man?” he inquired, feeling a great deal of the stress finally lifting from his shoulders. It looked like his wife might not kick his ass out of her life.

  He could work with that.

  “Yes, you’re a sicko, but…”

  She stopped.

  “Yes?”

  “But you’re my sicko, and that’s all that matters.”

  In the end, she was right.

  To him, that’s all that he wanted to be.

  Hers.

  * * * B l a c k h a w k - W h i t e f o x * * *

  When they were done with the doctor, she’d whimpered in pain. The best part of removing her tongue, she couldn’t scream out, but instead had to take everything they handed to her.

  Oh, she would have wailed like a maniac.

  Only, they were careful not to go too far too fast. They wanted her to suffer.

  They wanted her to last a long time.

  So, piece by piece, they took her apart.

  Now they were setting the scene.

  “What now?” Lizzie asked, covered in the dead woman’s blood.

  “We clean up, and we hit the road. No one will know she’s dead until we set off that alarm. That gives us time to get our tickets, and get out of Dodge,” Bonnie admitted.

  “Are we leaving already?” she asked.

  Lizzie wished her partner would tell her, in advance, what the plan was. She was keeping it close to the vest.

  “Yes, we’re done in DC. I think we need to move to the final stage of our plan.”

  “Salem?” Lizzie asked.

  “Yeah, we’re going to head there and start the killing. I already have the next person lined up. It’s time to start the fun,” she admitted.

  “Is it going to be like this one?” Lizzie asked, flipping her bloody ax in the air.

  “Oh, it’s going to be a million times better. Elizabeth will never see the next few coming. I can’t wait to push her to her limits.”

  “Why?” asked Lizzie, trying to learn. A part of her was curious, and a part was trying to learn everything so she could be more like Bonnie.

  This woman was her idol.

  “Because this one is special,” she admitted, and he was. “This one is going to break her heart.”

  “Oh, I like that,” she admitted.

  Then she thought about it.

  “Wait!”

  “What?” Bonnie asked, placing the woman’s head where she’d pictured it in her mind. Everything had to be just perfect.

  “Why is he special?” Lizzie asked.

  Bonnie rolled her eyes as she focused on the task at hand. Was this woman that dumb?

  Clearly, she was going to be a liability.

  Like Clyde.

  And he had to die.

  “He’s special because she loves him. That’s the beauty of it. She gave him a part of her heart.”

  “And?”

  “We’ll give her a part of his.”

  ChaPter Twelve

  Saturday Morning

  E motionally, she was drained. What Elizabeth really wanted to do was slide back into sleep and take a really long morning siesta. She wasn’t feeling it, and it was likely because she dreaded the news, and the tear hangover she was likely going to have the second she opened her eyes.

  There was no doubt in her mind that Marlee Whittaker was going to be gunning for both of them now that Ethan had humiliated her in front of everyone.

  Elizabeth wouldn’t be safe because she had spoiled her man poaching sex fun, and Ethan because he defended his wife to the masses.

  A clusterfuck was on the horizon.

  It was going to su
ck.

  Then she was dreading this case. Really, all Elizabeth wanted in life was for Bonnie to be sucked into the Earth and to never be free again. Toss in a sexy Native and she could call it a day.

  When she opened her eyes, Callen was there with her. He was lying in bed, facing her.

  “I thought you got up?” she asked. “I could have sworn the bed moved from both sides.”

  “It did, but I came back to check on you a little while ago. I was worried about you.”

  “I love you.”

  He grinned. “I happen to love you too.”

  Gently, he ran his fingertips down her cheek.

  “I’m always amazed when I wake up beside you. It’s like being given a really awesome gift, each and every day.”

  That melted her heart.

  “Callen, you’re a poet.”

  “Roses are red, violets are blue. The way you kiss me, is exactly how I knew.”

  “Wow.”

  He laughed. “Cheesy, huh? I’m not my best in the morning. I haven’t had coffee yet.”

  She stared into his chocolate-y eyes. “That was beautiful. Thank you for that.”

  Elizabeth knew she was a lucky girl.

  “Roses are red, violets are blue. Hurry get naked, I want to have sex with you,” she offered back.

  She caught him off guard. “What?”

  Elizabeth was up and on him before he could say anything else. When she was this battered and bruised, there were only two things that made her feel better.

  Kicking someone’s ass.

  Playing on Callen James’s sexy playground he called a body.

  Her mouth sought his, and she immediately dove in, taking what she needed from his kiss. Their tongues did battle, as her hands roughly pulled open his white button down shirt.

  Buttons flew, sliding across the floor.

  He moaned as she ravaged his mouth and body.

  It wasn’t often that his wife was wilder in bed than he was, but it was nice.

  Damn nice.

  “I need you,” she muttered, pulling his shirt free from his body and tossing it onto the floor. Now he was barefoot and wearing only a pair of jeans in bed.

  That was so damn hot she was going to melt all over him at any second.

  It was raw.

  It was intense.

  It was her husband.

  “Take what you need,” he offered when she yanked his head to the side and bit him on the neck.

  HARD.

  He moaned.

  “Well, if you say so,” she said, pushing him back onto the bed. Going for his belt buckle, she ripped it from his body, the belt included. Staring down at it, she had an idea.

  Looping it around his hands, she secured them. Then she strapped it to their headboard.

  Callen stared at her, his eyes going dark with lust and burning need.

  “You had better not stop,” he demanded huskily, as she yanked open his jeans and pulled them off his body.

  Oh, she had no intention of any such thing.

  When she looked down, Callen was going commando.

  Hallelujah.

  She didn’t give him a chance to speak. Instead she drove him wild with teeth and tongue as she rocked his world with one hell of a blowjob.

  Callen’s body withstood the onslaught, as he bowed beneath her mouth.

  “Jesus!” he shouted, as she tore every ounce of control from him.

  Callen stared down the length of his body, and his wife was doing her best to make him cum. She obviously wanted to have him last a while.

  “Elizabeth,” he hissed, when she purposely ran her teeth up the length of him.

  The kiss of pain sent shivers across his flesh, just like she knew it would. He was a slut for pain.

  Sue him.

  With her, he’d be her sexy plaything.

  “I want you,” she said, taking him in her hand. “I always want you.”

  Callen watched as she stroked him.

  Hard.

  He moaned as the edge loomed. When her mouth was back, sucking the tip of his dick, Callen saw stars. She was pinning his legs down, his hands were trapped, and she was using him.

  “Make me cum! God! Make me cum!” he begged, not afraid to be that man. “Use me!”

  Elizabeth loved watching Callen squirm beneath her. Normally, she handed control over in bed. She was bossy all day long, but at night, with them, she wanted to be theirs.

  Now…

  She was feeling out of control and wanted to take her sexy Native for one hell of a ride.

  Callen began praying.

  Which was funny since he wasn’t a believer in religion of any sort. It was also amusing since he was mixing his deities up at will.

  It made her smile.

  Climbing off his body, she had his attention. Callen turned his head to watch her.

  “God, please don’t stop! I was so close.” There was desperation there.

  She could see it.

  She could hear it.

  “If you love me, you’re going to make me cum! Now! Hurry,” he said, wanting her mouth back on his dick.

  She had a better idea.

  “Okay,” she said, straddling his head.

  Callen’s eyes went wide. If there was one thing he loved, it was the two of them dining on each other, and at the same time.

  “YES!” he hissed as the prize was dangled right above his mouth.

  Elizabeth knew that he was a sucker for sixty-nine. Callen craved it, and since he was her prisoner…

  All was fair in love and war.

  He dove in, unable to stop himself.

  The taste of his wife coated his lips, drove him wild, and made his hips buck. He was driving himself down her throat as he teased his favorite part of her.

  When she lifted her hips to put herself just out of his reach, and to tease him, he growled. “Not funny, Elizabeth.”

  Sucking him deep in her mouth, he fucked her face furiously, and with each thrust down her throat, she felt a little more…normal.

  Whole.

  Loved.

  Cherished.

  This was the life she wanted to get lost in. This was her stability and happy place.

  With him.

  With them.

  “MORE!” he shouted, not only because he was about to explode, but because he needed to taste her again.

  Elizabeth climbed off his body and sat on his shaking thighs. She wanted him to watch.

  Callen was big on visuals, and the dirtier, the better.

  Well, she was in the mood.

  Taking his dick in her hand, she began stroking him. The rubbing made him moan.

  “If you keep that up,” he muttered, watching her. “One of us, or both, is going to be really, really messy,” he warned.

  She didn’t seem to care.

  Callen began watching her hand, mesmerized by the sliding of it across the taut skin of his dick.

  Then he was focused on his erection and how he was red, hard, and like steel.

  “I love feeling you,” she admitted.

  Oh, not as much as he liked being felt.

  “Angel, I’m going to cum,” he warned, as he stared up at the ceiling to struggle for control.

  She didn’t stop. In fact, she worked him harder. The slide of her palm against his erection had him breathing heavily.

  “I can’t,” he begged, knowing it was close to the end. As she picked up the speed, he gave up.

  Callen couldn’t fight it.

  He exploded all over his wife’s chest.

  It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She was messy, he was still rock hard, and he figured she planned it that way.

  “Set me free.”

  She instead straddled his hips. “I need to feel.”

  Then she slid him home.

  Callen was forced to watch as his wife used his body for pleasure. She was damn well aware he wouldn’t cum again for a while.

  She was driving the pleasure bus, and he wa
s a helpless passenger—until he got free.

  Elizabeth bounced in his lap, riding him as hard as she could. They both moaned in pleasure and the pain they craved. Elizabeth was taking no prisoners, as she destroyed her husband’s control.

  “Wicked,” he muttered.

  She nearly laughed.

  “My wicked, wicked wife. Don’t ever change,” he offered, watching her breasts bounce and shimmer with wetness.

  Jesus.

  This scene was going in a book.

  It had to.

  Elizabeth knew she was close. As she got ready to explode, Callen thrust his hips up, pushing her over the edge.

  They both moaned as she came riding his dick.

  It was Heaven.

  It was Hell.

  Clearly, one thing was for certain.

  She was trying to kill him. The way her body was milking his was enough to make him crazy.

  As she rested on his chest, she tried to catch her breath.

  “Oops. I got you messy.”

  He growled, trying to get free. “Unbuckle this belt, and I’ll show you mess,” he vowed.

  Elizabeth slid against him, making sure he was just as defiled as she was.

  “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked,” he vowed.

  Slowly, she undid the buckle, making sure to tease him with her body rubbing seductively across his.

  Her hips.

  Her breasts.

  Her hair.

  He moaned.

  This was his woman, and she was going to know it as soon as he was released.

  He was counting the seconds, breath held, the plan beginning to come together, and his heart pounding in his chest.

  Callen needed her.

  The second he was free, Callen was on her. He was driven wild by what he’d lived through and seen. He wanted his wife more than anything.

  And he was going to take her.

  She touched his cheek. “Make me feel. I need to regroup.”

  His heart thudded. “What do you need?” he asked.

  “YOU. I need to let you help me.”

  He got it.

  She was in for one hell of a ride.

  Pushing off her body, he slid her across the bed by the ankle.

  “Seeing you in another man’s arms last night pissed me off,” he said, as he tossed her over his broad shoulder. “We need a shower, and you’re about to get way dirtier.”