“You fucking asshole,” she spluttered and spit at him.
With Victor momentarily distracted by Carlie shooting at him and missing, Rick saw his chance. Rick lunged for the gun in Victor’s hand. Olivia stood by, frozen by fear with the scene in front of her. She knew she couldn’t take a confidant aim at Rick without avoiding Victor in the process.
They fought over the gun, with it centred between the two of them; the nuzzle pointing down. Suddenly, Victor jerked it upward and fired. It hit Rick straight into the abdomen. He crumpled to the ground, clutching the area where the bullet made a direct impact.
“RICK!!!” called Carlie from upstairs. She started rushing downstairs, cradling her shot hand in the other as she made her way to her injured man.
The boy upstairs started screaming and crying uncontrollably at the loud sound that scared him. He stopped soon after and kept repetitively whining for his mommy and daddy while pacing back and forth at the top of the staircase.
Olivia saw the blood seeping out of Rick’s abs. To her, there seemed to be a lot of it. Suddenly she got a panicky feeling in her chest. They were surrounded, and from outside, they were sure to have heard the gunfire from inside the house. She had images going through her mind of a swat team storming in with a hail of gunfire. And her caught in the middle of it all. She figured she was doomed.
Rick scrunched his face up in pain and gripped the area where the bullet hit. He gave out a growling sound of pain as he hunched over and pressed his hands into the wound.
“Someone get me some towels or something,” he said. “Scotch would be nice too.”
Carlie looked up to Victor and seethed, pain also showing in the expression on her face. “You bastard,” she hissed as she turned her back on him and went to the kitchen to grab some towels. She came back, with one tea rag wrapped around her hand and several more in her good one. Olivia could see the blood seeping through the one on her injured one.
The boy upstairs whined louder. “Mommy, mommy, mommy..”
“Quiet!” Victor yelled. Of all the sounds that aggravated a human being, someone’s kid whining nonstop had to be at the top of his list. Worse than the fingernails on the chalkboard. With the kid repeatedly whining for his mom, Victor couldn’t concentrate. And he needed to be firing on all cylinders if he was going to figure out a way to get out of this mess.
The kid ignored him. If anything, the strange man that was yelling at him only made him whine for his mom in a louder tone of voice.
“Mommy! I want you to come to me! Sit in your lap!! Mommy! Brody is crying again!”
The baby upstairs started up again. Olivia could hear its tiny cry unanswered coming from the upstairs room where he was located.
Victor yelled and pointed at the boy at the top of the stairs. “Can some one shut that kid up already? Otherwise, I’ll make him quiet.”
Carlie was busy holding the towels to Rick’s injured body. She looked up and said in a stressed out voice, “Jayden, the man asked you to be quiet. I want you to go to your room and shut the door. Now, please.”
The boy wouldn’t listen. He was anxious and scared. He kept whining. “Mommy I want you to come with me! Come up mommy, come up! I want to sit in your lap!! Mommiieee…”
Victor aimed in the boy’s general area and fired his gun again. It flew into the hard wood of the banister and exploded into the pole in an impact that flowered the air around it with sharp jagged splinters. Some of the scattered debris flew directly in the path of the young child that was in its way. Shards of wood pieces jabbed themselves into the tender calf of his exposed leg. Some entered his body in a painful spray that went down his left forearm. Some jutted out of his cheek. The boy melted down into a full blown cry. Victor nodded in approval, satisfied with his work.
He said calmly, “Good. I like that a lot better. I couldn’t take it anymore. I prefer the crying much better. Gives me a sense that I disciplined them. It may be a bit extreme, but it’s a damn sight better than all that nonstop goddamn whining.”
Olivia glared at Victor. She didn’t think he was capable of shooting at such a young child. She was obviously a poor judge of character. Olivia started chastising him, “Victor, he’s only a kid. How could you shoot at him like that?”
He replied, “Easy, darling. For peace of mind. I know I feel more centred now.”
Rick looked at Olivia and snarled at her, “What kind of sick asshole shoots at an innocent kid? So, Princess, what do you think of your Prince Charming now?”
She was learning all sorts of new things about him. This was more enlightening, than say, moving in with someone. Being in the thick of a hostage taking/showdown with the law was more revealing of someone’s personality than, for example, leaving some dirty dishes in the sink. Or installing the toilet paper roll in the improper overhang position.
Rick made a valid point. Olivia didn’t know what to think of her man now that she knew the truth about his brother and saw him around other people’s bratty kids that didn’t listen and follow basic instruction. She was going to have to have a good sit down and talk with him after all this was done.
But right now, she was too freaked out about the current situation to have a rational, meaningful conversation. Olivia started blubbering, “Victor, I’m really scared now. How are we going to get out of this? They probably heard you shooting. They’re going to come and get us soon, I just know it.”
Olivia started crying. She scanned her eyes at the broken scene in front of her. She could hear the drone of a megaphone blaring outside. The voice on it sounded more urgent and threatening. She feared it wouldn’t be long before the police came in and started strategically taking them out.
Victor talked to her softly, to try to settle down her fears. “I’m sorry ‘bout this Olive pip. I never wanted you to be involved at all. Especially this deep into things.” A small part of him silently cried for her. He never knew anyone that was with him in their complete heart and soul ever since his brother. She was with him, guns blazing around them to the very end.
Olivia started babbling and repeating to herself, “There must be some kind of way out of here.” She looked around. Rick held the bloody towels to his stomach. Carlie went upstairs to collect Jayden, since he was now injured. She was inspecting the splinter spray that coated his arm, leg and face like so many porcupine quills. Olivia heard the loudspeaker outside; the voice getting more frantic, more authoritative. She looked back to Victor for a way out. She had no ideas. Her brain was completely on flaky autopilot and she was trying to keep her sanity together. “There’s too much confusion. Can we get a reprieve?”
Victor did his best to comfort her. “Don’t worry, I have a plan.” He went towards her, hugged her, and gave her a slow lingering kiss on the lips. He stared at her hard, with this solemn, intense look. “0 to 1000 baby. That’s the only way to go forward now. We will be legend.”
He looked up at Carlie, who was in the middle of picking out the gnarliest wooden spikes out of her child’s skin. “Carlie, get your kids and walk out of here. I want you out the door. You and the kids are free to go.”
Rick piped in, “Do it, Carlie.” Rick gasped and collapsed lying to the floor. He couldn’t hold himself upright anymore. The pain was starting to be too great.
Carlie hesitated, then drooped her head a little. She knew she couldn’t leave her kid and the baby in this house. She walked out of sight and came back with the baby. A diaper bag and her Coach bag was slung around her shoulder. She reached for and took her older son’s hand and led him down the stairs. Olivia watched them slowly leave out the front door.
Carlie yelled out to the police waiting outside. “Please, don’t shoot! I have my kids! They’re letting us go.”
Olivia heard some shouts and commotion from several men as she assumed that Carlie and her children were being whisked away to safety. She could hear yelling and commands to hold fire coming from outside. Olivia’s heart fell as she knew she wouldn’t be leaving so easily.<
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Victor grunted, “Ok Rick, we’re up next.”
Rick looked up at him, with a pained look on his face. “I’m not in good shape to do much walking, you know.”
Victor replied, “No worries, I’m going to half drag, half carry your ass out of the house. You’re going to be my hostage.”
Rick laughed at him. “Your futile plan isn’t going to work.”
Victor hefted him up by one arm to a crouch position. “I’m going to find a way to make this plan work.”
He looked at Olivia. “I’m going to try and get me and him in the car. I want you to stay here. I don’t want you in the line of fire. If you stay far from us right now, everything will be fine.”
Victor said those words to her with such smooth confidence, Olivia almost believed him. It almost sounded like he had a similar experience before and handled it with the same cool attitude.
Olivia started to flip out at the thought of being left alone in the house. Victor had been her rock for so many days now. She wailed at him, “Please don’t go and leave me. I don’t want to be separated from you. I won’t be able to bear it alone. I feel lost already, with just the thought of you gone from me.”
Victor grabbed her to her roughly, and hugged her hard and tightly to his body. Pressing the memory of her form into his body. He replied sadly, “You have to stay here. I need to leave. With him. It’s the best way for you, to remain behind. That’s your safest option. It’s the only way.”
With tears pooling in both their eyes, he walked away from her, towards the front door, leading Rick away. Victor turned back and choked a final response to her before heading out into the danger zone. “Olivia, dearest one, I’ll come back for you. I promise, I’ll come and find you.”
She watched him walk out the door, picking up Rick, who was slumping and dragging himself on the ground. Olivia knew what he said wasn’t going to be true. In any reality. There was no hope out of this.
Rick stumbled again in front of Victor before leaving the house. Victor hefted him up. “Up you go, human shield,” he said with little encouragement. Victor held him up with one broad forearm while pointing a gun to Rick’s temple with the other. Olivia watched the pair exit out the front door.
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Victor shouted to the armed crowd collected in front of the house, “Me and my good buddy Rick are going to take a scenic drive around town for a while. And you are going to let us. We are just going to have a pleasant talk. So we can all just relax.”
Victor jabbed the barrel of the gun harder into the side of Rick’s forehead. He wanted everyone to know, he meant business. He figured, that once they were in the vehicle, they would try to follow him. Well, they could if they wanted. Because he already had another plan in mind.
Olivia timidly peeked out at the scene unfolding from inside the house, ducking behind the wall in case someone from outside was watching for her and aiming for her. She could see Victor shuffling towards the van, with Rick in tow, doing his best to make the small journey to the van as slow as possible. Victor had to jerk Rick’s limp body up repeatedly to keep a somewhat steady walking pace. Suddenly, Rick pulled himself downwards and tried to pull Victor with him. Rick clumsily tried to alter his stance and attempted a footsweep on his abductor. Rick dropped out from Victor’s hands and forced himself to the ground as Victor faltered and tried to recover his grip on Rick. It was too little, too late. With Rick tumbling to the ground, that left Victor open for the perfect shot. Olivia heard two loud blasts and felt in her gut the pelt pelt pelt of the bullets hitting Victor. One hit him in the jacket, but the others met their soft target. One in the arm. One in the neck. And the last in the bridge of the nose.
She saw him go down. And she felt pure anguish. She dropped the gun and rushed out of the house, her vision bleary from tears pooling in her eyes. She didn’t care what happened to her now. She saw the man she loved get taken down, and possibly wiped out of her life forever. Without him, and what he brought into her life, it wasn’t worth experiencing anymore.
Olivia ran to him, but a fiery heat blasted through both her legs and caused her to crash to the ground. She used her arms to crawl to him, and cradled him in her arms. It didn’t feel like to her that he was moving. Her vision was so blurry, stained with tears and affected by the searing pain burning in her thighs. She didn’t even notice or even feel men lift her up and take her away in cuffs to the ambulance.
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Olivia was now on the inside, looking out. She had made what would be for some, an easy and blissful choice. And that was to follow her heart. Unfortunately, the path led her to a spot in a prison cell that she had to share with a rude former alcoholic, who also happened to be coming off from an oxycodone addiction. She was a black widow type that met men online, then started in on the rush job of dating and marriage, then killed them for the insurance money. Her cellmate Florence always had to have first dibs on everything. These selfish con artists that always put themselves first.
Olivia did have one solace, and one hope. Two weeks ago, she filled out all the necessary blanks on the form, and handed it to the project co-ordinator. With most of her former friends abandoning her, and many of the women acting hostile and aloof towards her in this close environment, Olivia decided she needed more friends. And Victor, the only man she ever cared about, was now gone. She missed the sensation of his masculine power against her skin and the sweet endearments he would whisper to her after the heat of the moment was over. Those memories made her feel so empty now, and she longed for him so bad it hurt. She wanted to feel those things again. So she filled out an application for the prison pen pals program. After all, it worked so well for her before.
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Hot On Arrival
Bryce had it all. A cut body built for wicked sin. Hot lonely trophy wives who begged him to satisfy their deepest desires when the spouse was away. And as an alpha male wolf shifter in his territory, exclusive domain over mating rights.
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Excerpt:
“Hello Trixie. I’m Bryce. And I’m going to give you a night that you will never forget, even after old age hits you and you can’t even remember your own fucking name.”
He watched her eyes widen on him in surprise and a silent O left her mouth in a breathy gape at the shock of his rash statement. She squirmed in embarrassment in her chair. He could see that she was attracted to him, and her shy demeanor paired with her barely legal lithe figure sent a thrill scorching through his blood straight to his loins. The alpha wolf shifter features he displayed so prominently to intimidate Blaze quickly vanished as his mating urges took over, flooding his body with molten heat. He took her by the hand and gently lifted her up to standing position in front of him. He quickly smothered the apprehension in her face with a long passionate kiss and guided his tongue into her mouth to meet with hers. A muffled exclamation of surprise changed into a yielding moan as she set her mouth against his and eagerly returned his kiss. Bryce moved his hands down her semi-exposed cleavage and waist to her short white skirt and pulled it up. His hands travelled along the waist band of her underwear and lightly traced along it around her thigh. One of his fingers dipped below the band on the inside of her leg and rubbed along her slit. She jumped in surprise at his touch and then gradually relaxed against him while he pressed his body against her and kissed her harder. Her hips began to move in time with the finger Bryce was rolling across her wet clit. Trixie grabbed his shoulders and broke off their kiss and started to rain small bites along his neck and chin.
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Bared to the Bear Clan
Shae-Lynn just wanted what every girl wanted in her sorority-to win a free trip to Daytona for Spring Break. There, she could get some sun, sand, and perhaps, finally, lose her virginity. In order to be the final contestant out of three to be chosen, she has to complete one small task. That is, go into the abandoned mine and come back with a souvenir as proof.
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