Busted

by Olivia T. Turner

  “If I get married, I’ll be in the system and Shrek will find out. He has people everywhere, and he’s probably already searching for me. He’ll know where I am.”

  “Good.”

  “Good?” My stomach drops. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. Shrek is a killer.

  “Let him come out of the shadows,” he says in a growl. “Let him find out what happens if he does.”

  My fear seems to dissipate under his intense confidence. Maybe he can protect me…

  “You let me think about this pathetic punk,” he says as he starts unwrapping the blanket from my body. “That’s what I do best. All you have to think about is the way my lips and tongue feel on your tight little pussy.”

  The blanket falls away, leaving me naked under his hungry gaze.

  His big hand goes to my chest and he gently presses me down until I’m lying on the bed.

  All of my worries and fears just seem to vanish as he bends down and starts eating me out.

  I cum twice before the food arrives.

  Hell yeah, I’ll marry this guy!

  Chapter Eight

  Mindy

  “Do you take Owen Hardin as your lawful husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish until death do you part?"

  The priest is waiting for my answer. I’m holding onto Owen’s big hands and looking into his dark eyes.

  This is the biggest decision of my life. Should I wed myself to this powerful man who’s vowed to keep me safe?

  I want that security of being protected by him. I want to be his.

  But it’s not just his protection that I crave. It’s him.

  I’ve seen glimpses of the good man beneath his dark imposing exterior. He’s gentle with me. Caring. Supportive. Loving.

  We’ve been together for three days and it’s been the best three days of my life.

  How can I say anything but yes?

  “I do,” I say proudly as I stare into his eyes. They start glowing as he smiles wide.

  The priest asks him the same question and he says ‘I do’ without hesitation.

  I’m wearing a white dress that he picked out for me—a beautiful mesh woven sundress with a V-neckline.

  I wanted to buy something without him seeing it, but he refused.

  “You’re not supposed to see the bride’s dress before the wedding,” I said with a laugh as he pushed his way into the store.

  “I’m never taking you out of my sight, jailbait. Don’t you know that by now?”

  “It’s bad luck.”

  He just shook his head. “We’re together now, Mindy. All of our bad luck is behind us.”

  I couldn’t argue with that, so I let him pick out my dress and I’m glad I did, because it’s perfect.

  We’re the only two here, but I don’t care. I don’t need a big wedding. As long as I have a big groom, I’m all set.

  I’ll bring him home to meet my parents and sister in a few months when the trouble with Shrek has blown over. I don’t know how they’re going to react when I tell them we’re married, but hopefully they won’t mind when they see how happy I am.

  Owen slips a stunning wedding ring onto my finger and I slip one onto his.

  “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

  My sexy husband wraps his thick tattooed arms around me and lays a big fat one on my lips.

  And just like that, we’re married.

  “Do you have to go so soon?” I ask as I roll over on the bed.

  Owen sucks in a breath as he looks at my naked body. His eyes narrow in hunger when he sees my bare ass.

  We just woke up and had mind-blowing sex, but I want more. I always want more.

  I was a virgin when I met this man and he’s turned me into a cock-obsessed little slut. That’s okay… I’m only a slut for his big cock.

  “I have to go, jailbait,” he says as he grabs his shirt. He’s only in his underwear and black socks as he slips on his police shirt. My eyes drop down to his cock and I grin when I see it getting harder under his gray boxer briefs.

  “Are you sure you can’t stay and slide that big cock in your wife’s little mouth?” I ask, teasing him. I lick my lips as my mouth waters from just thinking about it. “I’ve been such a bad girl.”

  His cock gets even harder and longer.

  With a groan, he lets go of his buttons and steps up to the bed. His shirt falls open, showing off the hard lines of his abs.

  “You got three minutes to make your man cum,” he grunts.

  I lick my grinning lips as I scoot forward and grab his underwear. I yank his boxer briefs down and his big thick cock springs out in front of my face.

  Three minutes…

  I love a challenge.

  With a moan, I grab a hold of his huge dick and start sucking.

  “Oh, that’s nice,” I say as I sink into the couch and watch my man work. He’s built a roaring fire in the fireplace. The summer is just about over and the crisp fall air has arrived.

  I like the heat, but there’s something nice about cuddling with Owen under a blanket with a glass of wine at night.

  He has a cute little house on a secluded street. It’s perfect for the two of us, but I think we’re going to need a bigger place once we start popping out all of those kids he keeps saying he’s going to breed into me.

  I take a sip of wine when it hits me: I haven’t had my period since I’ve arrived.

  Owen looks at me funny when I spit my wine back into my glass.

  “Is it not good?” he asks as he smells his glass with a raised eyebrow.

  “I’m just not in the mood,” I lie. I’ll go to the pharmacy tomorrow when he’s at work and grab a bunch of pregnancy tests.

  My pulse starts racing as I start wondering what they’re going to say.

  Owen sits down beside me and wraps a blanket around us as we stare at the roaring fire.

  “What movie do you want to watch?” I ask as he grabs the remote.

  “You pick,” he tells me. He’s always letting me pick.

  I’ve made him suffer through romances for the last three movies, so tonight, I’m picking something that I know he’ll like.

  “How about John Wick?”

  He turns to me with a smile. “It’s my favorite movie.”

  “Perfect.”

  We put it on and I snuggle up next to him as the movie starts.

  It’s been about a month since we got married and I’ve just about stopped worrying that Shrek is going to find me.

  I should have known better.

  I should have known that he would track me down and make me pay.

  Because before the movie even hits the midpoint, the front door gets kicked in.

  Owen leaps up and I’m treated to John Wick — the live version.

  Chapter Nine

  Owen

  I hear the footsteps on the stoop and I whip my head around just as the door gets kicked open.

  I leap up and rush forward as a man charges into my house.

  They’re finally here.

  They’re after my girl, but they’ll find nothing but death.

  I reach into the fire and grab a burning log with my bare hands as he looks around. He raises his gun when he sees me, but it’s too late. I bring the thick flaming log down on his head with a crack. He falls to his knee. The log tumbles out of my burning hand and rolls on the carpet. It’s still in flames.

  Mindy is screaming behind me as I punch the guy’s head. He reaches for his gun that fell to the floor, but I kick it away. It slides under the couch.

  A second man charges in as I land another punch to the first guy’s face, knocking him down. I rush forward, grabbing a framed picture off the wall. I slam it over his head and he stumbles back into the door. Without hesitation, I ram my shoulder into his chest and then break his arm. A gun falls from his hand with a clatter.

  He hits me twice
in the head as I reach down to get it. The first guy gets up and rushes me as my fingers wrap around the cold steel.

  I drop to my knee and shoot him in the head as he arrives. He drops to the floor. Dead.

  In the same breath, I turn and shoot the second guy. One in the chest. One in the head.

  He collapses to the ground at my feet.

  I turn and look at Mindy with my heart pounding. She stopped screaming, but the look on her face is pure terror.

  It makes me boil with rage that they’ve made my girl scared.

  I’m going to kill every single one of them. I’m not playing nice.

  Each one of them will get a bullet in the head.

  That’s what they deserve for going after my girl.

  They’re about to see just how protective an obsessed cop can get.

  Mindy screams as someone punches through the screened window behind her. Two shots take care of him.

  “Go upstairs,” I bark at her. “In the bedroom.”

  She leaps off the couch as another man charges into the house and grabs me from behind. He grabs my wrist and I try to jerk it free, but it doesn’t budge.

  “Fuck,” I grunt as Mindy runs past us and disappears upstairs.

  How big is this fucking guy?

  He pushes me into the wall and I curse under my breath when I see that the rug has caught fire from the burning log. The flames are starting to spread. Fast.

  I elbow the guy in the stomach and manage to turn around, but he keeps his hard grip on my wrist, holding the gun away from himself.

  I’m fucking huge, but this guy is even bigger. About half a foot taller and wider if that’s even possible. He looks like he’s been snorting steroids since he was in the crib.

  “Fuck. You.” I grunt as I punch him twice in the stomach. It does nothing.

  His big hard forehead flies forward and smashes into my nose, spurting blood and bringing water to my eyes as I stumble back.

  I grit my teeth and headbutt the fucker back. His nose splits open as pain shoots through my head.

  We’re punching and grunting as we wrestle over the gun. He smashes me into the flatscreen on the wall and the movie shuts off as the screen shatters.

  “Mmrph,” I grunt as I feel hot blood leaking down back from the slivers of glass cutting into my skin.

  He grabs my wrist with the other hand and I’m trying to keep the gun away from him as another man runs in. He runs right in line with the barrel of the gun. I pull the trigger twice and he drops to the floor, dead.

  My temper starts to boil over when I can’t shake this huge guy off me. I’m livid as he smashes me into my bookshelf, sending it crashing down.

  I kick his knee and he grunts in pain.

  Fuck. The fire is spreading. The curtains are lighting up. Half the carpet is in flames. One of the dead guys’ leg is on fire.

  “I’m going to fucking kill you,” I grunt as we fight for the gun. Both of our noses are bleeding, but we know the first one to quit dies.

  My girl’s life is on the line so I’m not about to quit for anything.

  Picturing Mindy alone and scared upstairs gives me the extra strength I need.

  The big man grunts and winces as I slip my leg around his and use my weight to flip him over. He crashes onto the ground with a grunt, landing right in the flames.

  He screams and thrashes around, but he doesn’t let go of my wrist.

  “Oh fuck,” I mutter under my breath as two fresh guys rush in holding baseball bats. I raise my arm and cover my face as they hit me over and over again.

  Every whack bruises muscle and rattles bones. I drop to my knees and headbutt the big lug who won’t let go of my fucking wrist. It takes three headbutts before he finally gets dazed enough to let go.

  Yes. My gun is free. I immediately shoot both guys with the bats. One in the chest. The other in the head. Before they even hit the floor, I turn the gun on the big guy and pull the trigger.

  The room is filling with smoke as the fire spreads. The couch is in flames and it’s heading toward the kitchen.

  I’m coughing and hacking as I stumble over to the stairs. I take a quick look outside and shoot a guy who’s standing by a black car before I race upstairs.

  “Mindy!” I shout as I run down the hall to our room. Panic fills every inch of my body. My veins are pumping pure adrenaline. My heart is thumping with worry.

  I can’t live without her. Not anymore.

  She’s it for me. No one else will do.

  “Mindy!” I shout as I rush into the room. I stop dead with a gasp when I see the sight waiting for me. “No…”

  “Drop the gun,” the deadman screams when I point it at his forehead. He’s hiding behind her with his arm wrapped around her neck and is pointing a gun to her temple.

  It’s Vincent Kirk. I recognize him from the photo in his file. And if that wasn’t enough to recognize him, he’s the spitting image of Shrek.

  “I swear, I’ll shoot her,” he hisses. “Drop the fucking gun.”

  I have him right in my sights, but I can’t risk hitting my girl by accident.

  So I drop the gun.

  He turns back to her now that I’m unarmed. “Where is my fucking cocaine?” he screams at her. The need for violence rages through me.

  I’m her guardian, her protector, her defender, and lover. Nobody talks to her like that.

  No other man touches her or looks at her without facing my wrath.

  “What did you do with my shipm—”

  He points the gun at me when he sees me charging at him like a furious bull. I just hear the two pops and then feel the burning pain in my shoulder and chest as the bullets tear through me.

  Mindy bites his arm and he screams as the next shots fly somewhere behind me.

  I grab his arm, crack his wrist, and yank the gun out of his hand.

  Mindy runs back into the hallway, coughing and hacking as the thick black smoke fills the air all around us.

  I’m happy she doesn’t see this part.

  This part is just for me.

  I wrap my hand around his neck and squeeze as hard as I can as I press the gun to the middle of his forehead.

  “No,” he pleads as his eyes go wide. “Don’t!”

  “That’s my girl,” I hiss at him through clenched teeth. “You fuck with my girl and this is what you get.”

  I hold my breath and pull the trigger, taking his life and crushing the last threat to Mindy’s safety.

  I could have arrested him and brought him in without resorting to murder. But I couldn’t let someone live who tried to hurt my girl.

  That might not be the police code, but that’s my code.

  I’d kill a million thugs if it meant keeping Mindy safe.

  The air is thick with black smoke and it’s starting to burn my eyes and choke my lungs as I turn back to the hallway and run down the stairs.

  I’m wincing and holding my shoulder as I go. Shrek shot me twice and those fuckers with the baseball bats did a number on me too.

  But I don’t stop or even slow down until I’m outside on the lawn with my girl tucked safely in my embrace.

  Only when the police sirens come blaring down our street with the red and blue lights illuminating the dark sleeping houses and trees do I finally collapse.

  My friends are here and I know that Mindy will be safe.

  She’s crying as she kneels beside me, cupping my face.

  I’m losing blood and it hurts like hell, but I’ll be okay.

  Because I have her.

  Nothing can hurt me now.

  Chapter Ten

  Mindy

  “Do you like it?” Owen asks as we walk into the empty kitchen.

  I shake my head. “I love it.”

  We’ve been living in a hotel since his house burnt down. It’s been fun, but having our own place is way better.

  It all happened so fast. We got the insurance money, picked a new house, and now we’re moving in. It’s bigger than his l
ast place with five bedrooms upstairs. Owen says we’re going to fill each one of them up with babies and with the hungry way he keeps looking at me, I believe him.

  I’m opening empty cupboards and drawers as the movers start bringing in our stuff.

  I know that my big strong protector would have insisted on moving everything in himself, but his doctor wouldn’t let him. Owen is still healing up from his two bullet wounds.

  He’s doing great and healing up just fine. I’m happy because I get to have him around all day. The police department gave him six months off and we’ve been spending that time honeymooning every chance we can get.

  I’m happy we’re starting over fresh.

  I don’t know if I could have lived in that last house without it reminding me of Shrek. How could I have Christmas morning with the kids sitting on the living room floor without remembering the dead bodies that were once lying there? I’m glad it burned down.

  “How long do you think it’s going to take the movers to unload the truck?” I ask.

  His brow furrows as they move all around us, carrying boxes and furniture.

  “All we need is the bed,” he says with a grunt. “They’re not moving fast enough. I want to break this house in properly with my new wife.”

  “We don’t need a bed for that,” I say with a mischievous grin.

  His eyebrow raises and he gets that possessive glint in his eye. Uh oh. I know what’s coming next.

  “Everybody out!” Owen shouts at the top of his lungs.

  The movers all freeze around him, looking confused. He doesn’t look at any of them. He’s too busy staring me down like he’s about to throw me over the counter and ravage me.

  “I said out!”

  He flashes them a fierce look and they all drop whatever they were carrying and flee out of the house.

  “Was that really a good idea?” I ask as he approaches me with lustful intent.

  “Fucking you is always a good idea.”