for what he wants, and he paid a one Ryland Tabor over ninety
thousand dollars cash for special treats.” Again his eyes landed
on Samara, and Samara moved over to Dane.
Devon whistled, Dane swore.
“Oh, and it gets better,” Blaine added. “Darius is also looking
into shit. He found out that Esopo has taken Cameron under his
wing.”
“Yep, it just keeps getting better and better,” Devon grumbled.
“Darius also told me that a rumor was going around. Esopo
was going to give something special away, but that something
slipped through his fingers.” Once more he looked at Samara.
“Guess we all can guess what happened to that something.”
“What’d you mean give something away?” Dane asked.
Blaine took a deep breath, moved the cigar around in his
mouth, and linked fingers together over his chest. “What it means
is a very high end auction has been set up. Cash has been
flowing in and out of the bank like water in a waterfall. But there is
a snag in the deal that Esopo has set up. From what Darius has
heard and what I’ve learned, Esopo is only a middle man. He
answers to someone else and that someone wants five virgins for
his little party. Right now, he only has four.”
“And I was supposed to be the fifth,” Samara said softly. She
pulled out of Dane’s arms, turned, and left the group. She couldn’t
stomach it anymore and needed some air.
“Samara,” Dane’s voice was soothing, but not enough to get
rid of the dirty feeling she had. He followed her out back, which
she knew he would.
“I bet he’s going to put Makayla in my place.” She hugged
herself, looking out at the night sky.
“No, he won’t.”
She snickered low with a small grin, a single tear falling down
her face. “You don’t know him, Dane. If Ryland has a chance to
make money, he’s going to take it.”
He came up behind her, his arms going around her waist, chin
on her shoulder. “Trust me, Samara. Nothing’s going to happen to
Makayla.”
* * * *
“Well, it’s about fucking time you showed your ass.” Dane
walked into Blaine’s mansion and smiled big. Darius Alistair
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lounged with his feet up on an antique sofa in the study.
Darius smiled. At the tender age of twenty-three, he appeared
a boy of only eighteen. He had a cocky smile on his full lips, day
old growth on his chin, and messy looking dark brown hair. Just
the way Dane had always remembered him. He wasn’t dressed
like he had money either. Darius wore faded blue jeans with holes
starting or appearing like they were starting in the knees and one
on the thigh. He had a white t-shirt and leather jacket with shit-
kicker boots.
“A child protégé?” Dane snorted, “Still looks like a punk to
me.”
Darius slowly stood up, strolled over to Dane, and looked him
up and down. Without a word, he grabbed Dane in one hell of a
tight hug.
“Good to see you too,” Darius said.
“Where’s Blaine?” Dane asked, taking a step to the side
around Darius, going right for the liquor.
“Right here.” Blaine came in with a pissed off look on his face,
a cigar in his mouth, and smoke floating all around him. “Fuckers,”
he mumbled.
“Something wrong, sunshine?” Dane asked with a snicker.
Blaine went right over to the fireplace, which was blazing. He
tossed his cigar into the flames and kicked another log in.
The study was something right out of a gentleman’s book.
Adorned with brown leather furniture, dark oak book shelves, and
leather bound books, the room would be an executive’s dream.
Lamps which gave off soft light and a fireplace in the center with
two chairs facing it shed the only light in the room. There was
even an old redwood desk placed at the far right of the room
positioned in front of the windows and hanging over the fireplace,
a large painting of William Cedric.
Dane watched as Blaine glared up at the paintings, turned
quickly for one of the crystal pitchers that had bourbon in it, and
threw it as hard as he could with a yell at the painting.
“Randal!” Blaine yelled. Within seconds the butler came
rushing into the study. “I want that damn painting out of here. I
don’t give a fuck where you put it, just get it out!”
“Yes, sir,” the butler said in a rush, turning and scurrying from
the room.
“Care to share?” Dane asked.
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Blaine just gave him a glare and Darius leaned on him with an
arm over his shoulder. “Oh, he’s been a grumpy son of a bitch
since I showed up. Think it has something to do with a clause in
the will.”
“Fuck off, Darius,” Blaine pointed a finger at him.
Randal came back in with three more servants and a large
ladder. It took four people to bring the large painting down.
“Did you get cluster fucked again?” Dane asked.
“You have no idea,” Blaine answered.
“Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school and convent,”
Darius said, getting Dane’s full attention.
“What’s that?” Dane asked.
“Where a one Makayla Tabor is residing.” Darius flopped back
down on the sofa with a sigh. “And the damn place is tightly
secured. If a parent doesn’t want the daughter inside to have
visitors, then she won’t. They do whatever the parents want. No
questions asked.” He crossed one leg over the other. “And
Makayla has pretty much been quarantined.”
Across the room, now leaning on the desk, Blaine lit up
another thin cigar. Dane watched him take a big drag and blow
the smoke out before moving it around between his teeth.
“You’ve got a plan,” Dane stated.
“I’ve got a plan.” Blaine said, his cool, emotionless eyes
locking with Dane’s.
* * * *
When Dane got back home, his mind was thinking about what
Blaine had told him. But all thoughts went right out the door when
he looked around and all he saw was a dark room. Right off, he
got a panicked feeling, like Samara might’ve left him. But the relief
came when he saw the back light on near the pool.
He walked out and saw her sitting poolside in a cream color
robe that reached her knees. Her feet were in the water, making
ripples.
“You okay?” he asked, kicking off his shoes, bending to pull
his socks off. Dane sat down next to her, his feet going right into
the water.
“Yeah,” she sighed. He noticed that she didn’t look at him.
“Well, I have some good news for you.” That had her turning
her head toward him. “Saint Ignatius’s Cathedral boarding school
and convent. It’s where Makayla is.”
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/> Samara’s eyes lit up, but that light diminished and her
attention once more went back to the water. “That place is worse
than a prison. No way in hell we’re going to get her out.”
“Have faith in me,” he nudged her with his elbow gently. “We
have contacts and shit. I’ll get her out.”
“Do you have any idea what my father has in store for her?”
“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” She nodded, and the silence
which grew between them thickened. “So is this one of your new
outfits?”
“Kera picked it out.”
Dane reached over and touched the robe. He ran his fingers
down the front, parted it and almost lost his breath. She was
wearing a black lace teddy under it and he could see her nipples.
He reached into the robe, touched her breasts with the back of his
hand, and almost grinned when she gasped.
“I definitely like this.” His voice sounded foreign to her. His
cock thickened behind his jeans. “Does it have a snap down
here?” He cupped her between the legs and she arched, the
breath leaving her lungs in a rush.
“I’ll never tell.”
Samara surprised him by sliding into the pool. He watched her
go all the way to the bottom, take the robe off, and push back up
to the surface.
Dane said nothing. He stood up, and with his eyes locked to
hers, he began to take his clothes off. Naked, he went over to the
steps and slowly walked into the warm water.
She didn’t back away from him when he swam towards her
and that filled him with such joy. It was strange now. When he
looked at Samara, Dane felt something change in him. Something
he couldn’t put his finger on just yet.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, brought her close, and
Samara wrapped her legs around his waist. He kissed her deep
and she kissed him back. Together they sank under the water and
he worked fast to find out if she had a snap between her legs. His
cock twitched when he found out and throbbed the second he
yanked it open.
Only the need for air brought them up to the surface, but even
air couldn’t still the pounding need he had to be as deep inside
Samara as he could get. He pushed them to the side of the pool,
kissing her the whole time. She in turn, wrapped herself around
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him.
“God, I lose control when I’m near you,” he breathed against
her mouth, bumping against the side of the pool.
“That’s funny,” she licked his lips and he moaned. “All I can
see is a man in complete control.”
And that did it! What little control he had slipped right out the
door. Dane opened her up and surged into her with a rush that
knocked the air out of his lungs.
Water splashed around them, but it did nothing to sway him
from thrusting into her. Samara held onto his waist in a grip that
amazed him. She met him thrust for thrust, met him hunger for
hunger and their movements synchronized, as two bodies came
together in a wave of pleasure.
Way before he was ready for it to end, he swelled inside her
and lost the battle. Mere seconds before his climax hit, he felt
Samara contract around him. The sensation seemed to just trigger
and squeeze the orgasm from the depths of his soul. Dane
gripped the side of the pool so tightly his hands hurt, but he was
powerless to let go. It felt like he needed to hold onto something
as his cock shot spurt after spurt deep into her womb.
And just as fast as it started, it was over. He slid from her
body, biting the inside of his mouth at the sensitivity he felt.
“I swear I’m going to die from pleasure like this,” Dane
remarked.
“God, I hope so,” Samara smiled. “Not a bad way to go, if you
ask me.”
Dane laughed, pushed away from her to the center of the
pool, dipped under, and swam back up in front of her. “I’m falling
for you, Samara.” Her face seemed to drop some, almost like she
was afraid again. “And I’m falling hard.” Before she could speak,
he kissed her quickly. “Come on. Let’s get out of here and get
some sleep. You’re going to need it.”
“Why?”
“I forgot to tell you that my grandmother has requested us for
dinner.” He wrinkled his nose. “She wants to meet you.”
“And you don’t like that?”
“Oh, whenever my grandmother requests something, it’s most
certainly never good. Trust me.”
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Chapter Nine
Samara sat quietly in the formal dining room of Berdina
Knight. Across from her in a silk white shirt, and black slacks, was
Dane and he didn’t look at all happy about being summoned for
dinner.
Samara had dressed in a black skirt, cream silk top, heels and
her wedding necklace around her throat. She’d fixed her hair in
what she thought was the same fashion as at the Compound. She
culled it, and then pulled it all back to hang down the center of her
head and back. She felt a bit overdone, but Dane assured her that
it was the way to dress for dinner with his grandmother.
In a bowl before her was split pea soup. It was very green,
and very unappetizing to Samara. She didn’t touch it.
“Soup not to your liking?” Berdina Knight asked, taking a sip
from her bowl without looking up at Samara.
Samara jumped at the cold sound of the woman’s voice. She
sounded detached in a way. Almost like it was a bother for her to
have Samara and Dane over for dinner. Samara glanced at Dane
who shrugged his shoulders and gave her a nod. Before they
came over he made it very clear to not back down before his
grandmother. If she showed any kind of weakness, then the old
woman would strike.
“No, I’m sorry,” she answered back with a smile towards
Berdina. “Green soup never seemed to appeal to me.”
Berdina put her spoon down and motioned at a servant with
her hand for the soup to be taken away. Carefully she wiped her
mouth with the napkin and faced Dane. “So have you taken care
of the problem then?”
Dane sat forward in his seat, one elbow on the table with his
hand or, more like fingers over his mouth. He stared at Berdina for
what felt like a lifetime. At least until the serving of the second
course.
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Braised Lamb Shanks with roasted asparagus and a small
portion of mashed sweet potatoes. Another none favorite for
Samara. Dane must’ve seen it because he pushed his own plate
away with a disgusted sigh.
“Come on, Grandmother. Did you purposely have the cook fix
everything Samara hated?” he asked.
“Dane, it’s all right,” Samara said.
He held his hand up to her and shook his head. “No, it’s not.
What the hell do you have up your
sleeve now old woman?”
Again Berdina wiped her mouth with the napkin, placed it
slowly back on her lap and faced Dane. The way the two of them
looked at each other made Samara feel like she wasn’t even in
the room with them.
“There is a problem in our family, and it has to be dealt with. If
you refuse to do it, then I guess it will be up to me.” Berdina
motioned with her hand and a servant instantly came to her side
and passed her a large brown envelope. She placed it on the
table and slid it over to Dane. “All you have to do I sign.”
Dane ripped the envelope open, slid out some papers and his
face turned bright red. Samara wasn’t sure she’d ever seen
anyone get that angry, except for her father.
“You have some fucking nerve.” He pushed away from the
table, his chair falling to the floor. Samara jumped, but stayed put.
“That’s my wife!” he yelled.
Berdina’s eyes narrowed and she also stood up slowly. “She
doesn’t belong in this family. Not with the baggage she has over
her head. I won’t have it, Dane!” she yelled back.
“You won’t have it,” he huffed. He ripped the papers and
tossed them up in the air. “I can’t believe that you would invite us
over for this shit. Hell, I almost had hope that you were coming
around, but I should’ve known better. All you think about is
yourself and the damned family name. Well, fuck the name!’ he
yelled again. “Samara, we’re leaving.”
“You walk out that door with her, and you’re no longer my
grandson,” Berdina threatened. “I’ll cut you off for good.”
Dane took Samara’s hand, pulled her slightly behind him and
faced off with her once more. “I never could recall when you ever
acted like a grandmother. You want to cut me off, forget that I’m
your blood, you go right ahead. I don’t need your money or your
damned influence.”
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Dane tugged Samara from the dining room and right out the
front door. She couldn’t believe what just happened and wasn’t
too sure what to say about it all. She got into Dane’s car quickly,
buckled up and waited for him to say the first word as they pulled
away. She didn’t have long to wait.
“That no good, meddling old bitch!” He hit the roof of the car
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