The UN Series Complete Box Set

by Shantel Tessier

  He turns the steering wheel hard and the tires screech to a halt on the side of the road as my body slams forward. It comes to a hard stop, and he turns to face me. “You think I care if he would have died? He had his hands on you.”

  “You said it didn’t have anything to do with me,” I state. “And what about you, Tate? You can’t just hit people like that.” These days, people carry guns. Hell, I refuse to watch the news because all I see are killings and robberies. You never know what it will take for a person to snap.

  He gives a dark laugh. “You think I wouldn’t kill someone?” He shakes his head. “Then you don’t know me at all, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t,” I snap, and his eyes harden. “You keep everything from me.”

  “I keep it from you because you would leave me. If you knew what I was capable of, then you would realize just how fucked up I am,” he shouts before he leans back in his seat and lets out a long breath.

  I look down at my hands knotted in my lap. I take a deep breath before I speak. “I don’t know what you expect from me. What kind of person do you think I am?” I ask, looking over at him. “All I’ve tried to do is help you. I don’t care what you’ve done in your past, Tate.” He continues to look straight ahead through the windshield at the side of the road. “What I care about is what you do now. Are you trying to push me away?” I ask.

  His head snaps over to mine. “No.” He shifts, getting closer to me, and this time I don’t move away. Instead, I reach out to him, placing my hands in his. “I’m just…” He takes a deep breath. “I’m trying, but that guy grabbed you. I saw you push him away, but he had a hold of you.” His dark blue eyes look into mine. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t mean to scare you. I don’t want you to fear me, Missy. I want to protect you. Even from myself.” He looks down at our hands and shakes his head to himself. Then he lifts his head. “Do you hate me?”

  “I could never hate you, Tate.” I swallow nervously. “I love you,” I whisper.

  His body stiffens, and his hands tighten on mine. “You can’t love someone like me,” he says and shakes his head as if that is impossible. “Did you know that I almost killed him? My mother’s ex-husband?”

  “But you didn’t,” I say softly.

  “I wanted to. I couldn’t even fucking succeed in that.” He gives a dark laugh at himself.

  “He beat you…”

  “Yes. I know,” he snaps, before letting go of my hands and running one over his face. “I have reminders.” He looks down at the black tribal ink that runs up his arm. I know he has them in certain places to cover the scars that Jonathan left him with. “I don’t need to be fucking reminded,” he growls. “And I’m just like him. I’m a beast,” he whispers. “Inside and out.”

  “You think that’s why I can’t love you? Because you have scars?” I shake my head at him. “Everyone has scars, Tate. Some just aren’t worn on the outside where the world can see them.”

  I lift my hand and place it over his shirt where I know the scar remains across his chest from when he found Sam drugged and bound in a basement. He had fought the kidnapper, her ex, who pulled a knife on him. “Some of these scars may be a reminder of what tragedy you endured as a child. But this one.” I press my hand harder against his chest. “This one shows how much you love.” I look up at him, and he closes his eyes as if that word pains him. “No matter how much you want to call yourself a beast or how much hatred you have. You have love, Tate. You would be willing to sacrifice yourself to save another.”

  He opens his eyes and places his hands on either side of my face. “I would sacrifice myself to save you,” he says with more emotion than I have ever seen. Sometimes you don’t have to hear the words ‘I love you’ to know how much one cares for you.

  I smile up at him. “That doesn’t make you a beast, Tate. That makes you my savior.”

  He releases a long breath and lowers his forehead to mine. “I hate when you make me feel this way,” he whispers.

  “What way?” I reach up and run my hand through his dark hair.

  He takes a second to respond. “That I’m a better person than I truly am. That I don’t have to hide in the darkness.”

  I pull back and place my hands on either side of his unshaven face, loving the feel of his whiskers. “There’s nothing wrong with the darkness, Tate. That’s the only time the stars get to shine.”

  I didn’t understand what he was going through then. I tried to explain to him that even in the darkest night there was light. But I was wrong. There’s no light. There’s nothing but an emptiness that swallows you up until you’re left with nothing. Without him. I am nothing.

  I pull my knees up to my chest as I lie in the fetal position on his bed. I cry my heart out. I sob into the darkness that has become my life. I don’t know if Parker is still in here watching me, and honestly, I don’t care. All I know is that I was wrong. About everything. I guess the only light that is to come from this situation is that he is no longer in pain anymore. He no longer has to see himself as the beast he thought he was, but as the savior I knew him to be! My savior. One must die for another to live.

  EPILOGUE

  I open my eyes and see Tate’s nightstand in front of me. I sniff as I reach up and rub the tears from my eyes. Who knew you could cry in your sleep? I look down to notice that I’m under the covers. Why would Parker leave me in here alone? How was I able to even sleep? I guess that saying is true—you can cry yourself to sleep. I’m pretty sure that will be what I have to do for the rest of my life.

  Taking a deep breath, I roll over and I freeze. My body stiffens. My heart hammers against my chest. Ice runs through my veins. MY mind is playing tricks on me. I’m dreaming. I have to be. Because right in front of me is Tate. A sleeping Tate. His large muscular body is lying next to me. One arm up above his head. The other lying on his sculptured chest.

  “Tate?” My voice squeaks. Is this real? I reach over and place my hand on his chest. It’s warm under my touch and he shifts to where he lays onto his side facing me.

  “Thought we said we were gonna sleep in today, baby?” His words are mumbled, but I could hear them clear as day.

  I slap my hand over my mouth to keep from squealing. But can’t help myself. “Tate?” comes out from behind my hand, and he sighs heavily.

  “I need fifteen more minutes.”

  “You’re not dead,” I say excitedly.

  “Not yet,” he responds through a yawn, while his eyes remain closed.

  “Oh baby,” I breathe. Holy shit! I feel like my heart may explode in my chest.

  He moans. “Say that again. So sexy.” He continues to talk in his sleep as I continue to freak out.

  I jump out of bed quickly not wanting to wake him any more than I already have. I make my way into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. I sit down at the table and look down at my shaking hands. Could I really have dreamed that he died? It was so real. My heart pounds in my chest. And my eyes start to water with happy tears. I let out a laugh as if I was insane. Maybe that’s the direction in which I’m heading.

  I hear the front door open and then seconds later Parker walks into the kitchen dressed in his cop uniform. “What are you doing?” I ask quickly. And he looks down at me with an irritated look.

  “Just getting off work.” He groans. Blood trails down his chin.

  “What happened to you?” I ask, clearing my throat. My voice still a little high pitched due to the love of my life not being dead. If this is a dream, please don’t wake up.

  “A crazy bitch happened to me,” he growls once again, grabbing an ice pack out of the freezer before he plops down across from me. “What’s wrong with you?” he asks.

  “What do you mean?” I smile like a fool. I just can’t help it.

  “You look too…giddy. For it to be seven o’clock on a Saturday morning.”

  He just told me what day it is. And although I’m thankful for that, it really doesn’t help me much on if I’m dreaming o
r if I just woke up from a dream.

  “So, no one has died?” I ask, still smiling.

  He shifts uncomfortable in his chair. “Okay.” He places the ice pack on the kitchen table. “I don’t know what is going on with you. But I had a fucking horrible night at work. And I’m really not in the mood to decipher what you’re trying to say.”

  Now that is the Parker that I know! The dream felt real. I felt like I had really lost Tate. But Parker’s demeanor should have given it away. He’s never that nice in real life. But maybe he can still help me. I take in a deep breath. “I had a bad dream last night,” I say and his eyebrows raise. Parker and I aren’t best friends, not like in my dream. He’s friends with Tate and lives with us so I tolerate him at times.

  “About?”

  “I had a dream that Tate died.” His eyes widen. I sigh. “I dreamed that we were back at the bakery. The day that Jonathan shot him. He died. It felt so real,” I say when his brows scrunch together. “What if he had…?”

  “You can’t live by what if. Or why not?” he interrupts me. “The future is unforeseen, Missy. You can’t change what’s already meant to happen.”

  “But it didn’t really happen. That’s the thing. I literally woke up still crying. My cheeks and pillow were covered in tears thinking he was dead. And he was right there beside me.” I shake my head. “I don’t know why I would dream that,” I whisper. “That was so long ago.” Jonathan showing up was months ago. Since then, I have moved in with the guys. Tate proposed. And we found out two days ago that we’re expecting a baby. God, I’m so lucky! I’m the girl who ended up getting the guy. How often does that happen? Very rarely for girls like me.

  “We sometimes fear what we don’t want to lose,” he says as if from experience. The real Parker, the one sitting across from me at this very second, doesn’t do love or romance. He does one-night stands with women he doesn’t even care enough about to know their names. Believe me, I know. I’ve had to kick them out of this house before.

  He reaches over the table and takes my water. I smile as he lifts it to his lips, careful not to touch his nose. “When will you fall in love?” I ask.

  “Excuse me?” he asks choking on it.

  “When you gonna fall in love, Parker?” I repeat.

  “I’m immune,” he says as he sets the cup down onto the table.

  I chuckle. “It’s not a disease,” I argue. When he doesn’t say anything, I continue. “In my dream, Slade says that any of you guys would have done that for the girl you love. Jumped in front of that bullet.” I can still remember Slade saying those words as tears rolled down his face.

  Parker’s face softens, and he gives me a cocky smile. The smile that I know gets him all of his one night stands. “Missy, I put my life on the line every day for people that I don’t even know their name. One doesn’t need love to put others life’s first.”

  I think about that for a second before I continue. “Okay, than. Answer me this.” He nods. “For some reason, you deny yourself the opportunity to love a woman, yet you love Tate.”

  “Now that’s diff…”

  I interrupt him. “In my dream, you cried. A lot! You took off time from work to stay here with me.” His eyes widen in surprise. “Believe me. No one was more surprised than me.” He chuckles. “But I could see you grieving as well. You missed him because you loved him as a brother. Now I know a brotherly love is different than what you would feel for a woman but why would you deny yourself one, more than the other?”

  “Easy. I don’t want to know that feeling,” he says with no hesitation in his voice. It’s as if his words are final.

  “What feeling?”

  “The one that you had in your dream. The one that ripped your heart out and left you feeling less than yourself. By loving Tate, you give him a power over you. A power to destroy you in the end.”

  “But what about the other feeling?” I ask.

  “What other feeling?”

  “The one I felt when I woke up and realized that I never lost him. He was right there the entire time. That my world was right again. Isn’t that feeling worth it?”

  His dark eyebrows pull together as if he’s thinking about my words and their meanings. Yes, falling in love means giving that person the power to hurt you. But it also gives that person the power to heal you.

  And then he all of a sudden stands up and smiles down at me. “You look like shit.” And just like that, he’s back to the old Parker I know. I actually laugh. “And for the record,” he says before he starts to walk away with his ice pack. “It’s not worth it. You can’t miss what you never had, Missy.” And with those simple yet sad words, he walks out of the kitchen and to his room.

  Once I finish my water, I make my way back to our bedroom. I lay down in the bed and cuddle up to Tate. I inhale his manly scent and giggle as he wraps himself around my body.

  “Good morning, baby,” he mumbles into my hair.

  My smile grows as I hold on to him tighter. “Good morning.”

  He pulls away from me and looks down at me. His smile, the one that I see on a daily basis now, lights up the room. His hand slides down my back and over my hip bone. He cups my lower still small stomach and speaks. “I had the best dream last night.”

  “Tell me about it,” I ask rolling onto my back as he hovers over me, his hand still resting on my flat stomach. “You went into labor, and Parker had to deliver our baby.”

  “Oh God,” I say frowning. “That sounds like a nightmare.”

  His deep chuckle gives me goosebumps. “Well, at first I was terrified for you and our baby, but then I was thankful he was there. Afterwards, I was pissed that he was down between your legs.” He shrugs awkwardly as he leans over me. “I punched him so hard afterward that he forgot the part that he played.”

  I can’t help but laugh considering the fact that Parker came home from work with a bloody nose. “You can do that?” I ask skeptical.

  “Of course I could. I controlled the dream,” he says simply.

  Maybe Parker was right. Maybe I’m afraid of losing what belongs to me. I’ve never been happier in my life. My soon-to-be husband did jump in front of that bullet for me. But he also survived. After that, he finally told me that he loved me. It wasn’t in any romantic setting with candles and sweet wine. It was while he lay in a hospital bed where he had been in an induced coma for a week from the gunshot wound. But the proposal? It was beautiful. He took me to Alaska to see his mother and proposed to me on his shrimp boat with both the ocean and the snow as the beautiful backdrop. For once, I felt loved. And for once, he allowed me to love him. And that is a miracle all on its own. A miracle that every person on this earth deserves to feel at least once in their life.

  THE END

  UNPREDICTABLE

  Adjective

  not able to be predicted

  CHAPTER ONE

  PARKER

  I turn off my headlights and lay my head back against the headrest as the brown-haired woman bobs her head up and down my hard cock. Her technique could use some work, but who am I to judge? I’ve never sucked a cock before, and I sure as hell don’t know how many ‘suckers’ she has licked. All I know is that I have one and she is willing.

  “Sandy,” I breathe as I run my hand down her back and over her ass. God, I wish she could take her jeans off. My cop car isn’t the most convenient place to get some action, but I got called in tonight after I already had plans to meet up with her. So here we are, parked on the side of a back road, making the best of it. And hey, I’m actually pretty comfortable. She’s the one stretched out over my center console with her knees propped up in the passenger seat. I realize I could get into deep shit for doing this while I’m on duty, but no one is gonna catch us way out in the middle of nowhere.

  “Hmmm?” She hums around my dick, and I sink my nails into the soft denim of her jeans that cover her ass. I just wanna spank the fuck out of it as she begs me for more.

  “Faster, baby,” I moan, need
ing more. She picks up her pace for me, and I thrust my hips to help her out.

  “2388, we have a 10-50 at I-55 and LaSalle Park.” The second the voice comes over the radio to inform me of a traffic incident, I sit straight up, shoving my cock all the way to the back of her throat and knocking her head into the steering wheel.

  “Parker,” she chokes out as she jerks away from me and grabs her head. I place my hand on her chest and shove her back into the passenger seat as I reach for the radio.

  “2388. 10-84 is fifteen minutes.”

  I hang up the radio and start buttoning my pants. “What? You’re leaving?” she pouts as she continues to rub her head.

  “Yes. I’m on duty,” I growl at her annoyance. I’m the one with the hard cock.

  “What about us?” she questions in a child-like voice and pushes her bottom lip out.

  I lean over and grab her hair. I yank her to me and plant my lips on hers. I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth as she rubs her hand over my still hard cock that I just shoved into my pants. I pull away and she pants. “Meet me at my house in an hour.” She knows where I live. This isn’t the first time we’ve hooked up.

  “Give me your key,” she demands, and I shake my head. “Why not?”

  I have roommates. Tate and his Missy. I had originally moved in with Tate. Then Tate fell in love and his fiancée now lives with us. She would have my balls if I allowed a girl to have my key. I can already picture Tate calling me while Missy is in the background yelling at Sandy to get the fuck out. Then he’d kick me out. And that is just not gonna happen.

  “Just meet me there in an hour,” I repeat, and she nods her head reluctantly.

  I give her one more kiss and then all but shove her out of my car. She’s parked right behind my cop car, so I’m not worried about her having to find a ride. I make sure she gets into her car before I take off down the darkened road where we met. It’s pretty late at night, or early morning, however you wanna put it.