Oak, Sophie - Found in Bliss [Nights in Bliss, Colorado 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Sophie Oak

  Alexei slapped her ass, the sharp pain making her shriek just a little. “You will go. Do not to be disappointing me. He stayed. He did not leave until morning. He stay on couch, but it’s progress. So go.”

  Maybe. But she also had a kid to think about. “I’ll talk to him.”

  Alexei stepped back and grabbed her keys off the kitchen table. “You will obey him or deal with me.” He winked, but there was no way she could miss the command in his voice. “I take car. Is okay? Caleb walked back to town. When do you need to be at work?”

  “I’m off today. Feel free to take the car. If I need anything, I can get Laura to take me to town.”

  “Or I could do it.” Nicky stood in the doorway dressed in a T-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. He looked younger than his seventeen years. Her heart threatened to break. He was so young and so precious to her. She couldn’t fail him.

  Alexei leaned back in, but she moved away. She couldn’t make out with her boyfriend in front of her son. Alexei’s eyes darkened, but he stepped back. “We will talk about that later, dushka. Good-bye, Nick. I will be looking forward to seeing you later. Take care of your mother.”

  “Always.”

  Alexei left, waving a little good-bye, and she was alone with her son.

  “Don’t you dare do this to me.” Nicky crossed his arms over his chest and stared at her, a little rage in his eyes.

  God. She’d already made him uncomfortable. What had she expected? He’d come looking for his mom and found her with two men. It was normal in Bliss, but Nicky hadn’t grown up here. What must he think of her? Tears blurred her eyes. Just as she found some small measure of happiness, she was going to have to give it up because her son came first. “I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry about it, baby. This is your home. I won’t have you uncomfortable.”

  “And you don’t understand me. I wasn’t telling you to dump your ungodly hot boyfriend. Seriously? I need to go to Russia because OMG, that is so hot. And Red is weird, but totally hot in a geek-chic, I’ve-got-PTSD way.” Nicky shook his head and walked to her. “I didn’t come here to wreck your life. I came here to be with my mom.”

  Every word seemed to cut through her. “And I should focus on you.”

  Nicky’s hands came up in frustration. He had some of his father’s coloring, but she could see her dad in Nicky’s eyes. He had that same expression her father had always had when he thought she was doing something dumb. “No, you shouldn’t focus on me. You should be happy. What have you always told me you wanted for me? When Dad was putting me through every honors class and pushing me to achieve, what did you want for me?”

  Nicky had been under so much pressure to be perfect. “I wanted you to be happy.”

  “You said happiness was the only thing that really mattered. You told me to be true to who I am and what I want. To be kind to those around me and to love—to really love. Don’t you dare think I want less for you. I will be so mad if you break up with those gods of masculinity because you think I don’t know what sex is.”

  Maybe he was more mature than she’d thought. She touched his face. God, she remembered how small he’d been, how he’d clung to her like a little monkey. He’d been such a sweet child, and he was almost a man. She’d missed him. “I wish I’d been with you.”

  He softened. “You were, Mom. We talked every day. I never stopped hearing your voice in my head. I never thought for one second that you didn’t love me. You just picked the wrong man to marry.”

  “I am going to kill your father. He had no right to do this to you.” She felt her fists clench.

  “Don’t. Mom, please, don’t call him. It’s over, and I’m cool with it. I’m good. I just want to move on.” He hugged her. “He wasn’t all bad, you know. I know he was a horrible husband. Still is, by the way, but he wasn’t a terrible dad.”

  “How can you say that? You came out to him, and he kicked you out.”

  “I’m not surprised. I kind of was hoping he would. Mom, I went into that room knowing he would probably do it. I’m a campaign liability. I’m good with this. Let it be. Come on. I have one year and then I’m off to college, and I don’t want you to worry about that, either. I want to enjoy this year with my mom. Can we do that?”

  She nodded. “I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I really care about Alexei and Caleb, but I know it’s weird. I think a lot of people would think raising a teen around a ménage relationship would be wrong.”

  “Yeah, well raising a kid around politics is way worse. Trust me—all the backstabbing and double-dealing has warped me way worse than your crazy sex stuff ever will. Don’t worry, Mom. According to Gaga, you were just born this way. And we should all listen to Gaga.” He grinned and walked around the living room. He picked up something that had fallen behind the couch. “But seriously, they’re slobs. We have to work on that.”

  Two pairs of underwear. Alexei’s and Caleb’s boxers. Embarrassment flashed through her. She was beyond happy that Nicky was okay with her relationship, but she didn’t want to push it in his face. She grabbed the undies from him. “I’ll make sure to note your preferences.”

  He laughed as he looked around the cabin. She was well aware it wasn’t anything like the estate he’d grown up on. He simply straightened up the pile of magazines on the end table. “Good. And I’ll get ready for breakfast. Take me into town. Show me around. I want to see everything, starting with where you work. I have two weeks before I have to start sending in assignments. And before you freak out, I left all the information on the table. It’s a perfectly licensed school. Every college will accept the transcripts. It’s in California, but I can send everything in remotely, and my teachers will do conferences and lectures over the Internet.”

  He’d figured it all out. She was beginning to be intimidated by her son’s competence. She played with the pamphlets he’d left. “I’ll look into it.”

  Nicky winked. “Do that. I’m going to take a quick shower. Hopefully the big dude didn’t take all the hot water.”

  “All right.” She took a deep breath as he disappeared into the bathroom.

  The phone rang just as she sat down to read the material he’d left for her.

  “Holly?” There was no mistaking the smooth, douchebag tones of his voice.

  “Scott? You asshole. How dare you call here?” She practically growled into the phone. If she could have reached through it and ripped his throat out, she would have.

  He snorted. “Yes, I’m not the one with nerve, sweetheart. Let’s just say it’s a family trait. I want to make sure Nicky got in okay. He left late last night.”

  Now he was worried about their son? “You have no right to even ask about him. You kicked him out.”

  He chuckled. “Damn, I love that kid. If that’s the way we’re playing it, then fine. I’ve always been the bad guy in your head. All right, I’ll allow that I’m the bad guy. Is he okay?”

  “He’s in one piece.” No thanks to Scott.

  “Good. I hope he’s getting what he wanted.” There was a long pause. “You tell him to stick to our deal.”

  The line went dead, and she was left wondering just what was going on.

  * * * *

  Three hours later, Alexei parked Holly’s tiny torture device in the back of Stella’s and began to walk up Main Street. Useless. The whole morning had been useless. He looked up as he heard another car stop.

  “Hey, we lost track of you last night. I take it things went well with Ms. Lang?” Jessie asked, getting out of the white SUV they had rented. She’d changed into slightly different colored slacks and a pristine white shirt.

  “I tried to tell her that you’re a big boy now,” Mike said, shutting the driver’s side door. His loafers crunched against the gravel. “But she was worried. The appeals court hands down its verdict any day now.”

  Yes. He’d forgotten about the appeals. The thought of having to go back into court was not pleasant. “I am fine. Nothing to worry about.”

  Jessie
looked around. “I don’t know. I’ve heard some crazy stories about this place.”

  “It is nice place.”

  “Nice enough for a Sommerville. I saw him last night at that bar. What the hell is Caleb Sommerville doing in a place like this?” Jessie asked. She’d been the one to recognize him that day so long before.

  Alexei turned to her. “Please to not be telling that around town. He is hiding.”

  Jessie sighed. “After what happened to him, I can’t blame him. You know they shot his wife right in front of him. By the time the State Department finally found him, he’d been held captive for months. They said he’d been held in what looked like a box.”

  A box. Caleb had been caged in a small space for a long time, his body encased, surrounded. For most men, it would make them claustrophobic. What if it had the opposite effect on Caleb? What if he needed to feel surrounded to be comfortable? An idea started to play in his mind.

  Mike shook his head. “Poor bastard. Well, at least he had someone as powerful as Eli Sommerville on his side, or he would have been left there to die. Guess he didn’t deny his family name then, did he?”

  “He has a lot of friends,” Alexei said with a frown. “If he wishes to be anonymous, this is his choice. I suggest you to be leaving him alone. I would not take it kindly if his secrets get out when he does not wish them to.”

  “You’re close to him?” Jessie’s eyes assessed him.

  “He is my partner.”

  “I would listen to him if I was you.” A tall, dark-haired man turned the corner. He’d obviously heard a good portion of the conversation. “Caleb here is Alexei’s partner. We take partners real damn seriously here in Bliss.”

  Caleb stood with the other man. He stared a hole straight through Alexei. “You aren’t going to extort me, are you?”

  He was so stubborn. “I tell you this.”

  The dark-haired man held out his hand. “Wolf Meyer. Nice to meet you. And I just spent a good twenty minutes of my life explaining that to Caleb. He’s got a thick head. I tried to explain that if a man like you wanted money out of him, you would just put a gun in his face and demand it.”

  It was good to know he had a reputation. “I would not hurt Caleb for the world. He save my life.”

  “Yeah, I told him that, too.” Wolf turned to the other two. “Feds?”

  Mike looked offended. “US Marshals.”

  Wolf rolled his eyes. “Same shit, different uniform. Caleb, you have everything you need?”

  Caleb nodded. “I think I can handle it from here.”

  Wolf walked away, but Caleb stayed. “Are they your handlers?”

  “Not any longer.”

  “We’re just in town to make sure he’s okay. There are two men he testified against who are up for an appeal. I’m nervous they might come after him. These are powerful men with long arms, if you know what I mean,” Mike explained.

  Caleb turned to him. “Impatient bastard.”

  Alexei shrugged. “I wait long time.”

  “Dr. Sommerville, will you talk to him? It would really be better if he stayed in one place.”

  “My name is Caleb Burke. If you insist on formality, you can call me Dr. Burke. I changed my name a long time ago. It’s legal. Use it. As for Alexei going back into witness protection, that’s not a good idea. He has responsibilities here. Don’t worry, if someone shoots him, I know how to stitch him back up.” Caleb gestured toward the town square. “Enjoy your stay in Bliss. Come on, Alexei. Walk with me.”

  Alexei waved good-bye to his handlers. Maybe they would get the idea that he wasn’t going back.

  “How did the job hunt go?” Caleb asked gruffly.

  Alexei sighed as they passed The Trading Post. It was the one business in town he didn’t have the courage to go into and ask if they were hiring. The neat little storefront was one of the mainstays of the town. They sold everything from groceries to books to sporting goods in the multi-story structure. It was also run by Logan Green’s mothers.

  “I will keep searching. I will try other towns this afternoon.”

  “Yeah, you just keep right on walking, buddy. Maybe you should try some other states.” Logan leaned against the side of his county-issued Bronco, his eyes narrowed.

  “Just keep walking.” Caleb nodded at the deputy, but didn’t speak to him.

  Alexei stopped. “Logan, perhaps we could talk.”

  He needed to figure out a way to make this right with the deputy.

  “I think I’ll pass. I remember what happened the last time we talked.” The deputy’s eyes were rimmed with red. It was obvious he hadn’t been sleeping much.

  “I am so very sorry for the pain you went through. I would do anything to make it go away.”

  “You didn’t do much when that fucker was trying to kill me, did you? I believe I would have been termed an acceptable loss. Tell me something, asshole, did I play my part? Was I a good distraction? Did me getting my ass tortured buy you the time you needed to save your own sorry self?”

  “I did to save Holly and later Jennifer.” It was his reason, but the words felt hollow in the face of his obvious pain. How could he tell the deputy that he still had nightmares? He could still hear the low, animal moans Logan made as his life was altered forever.

  “Yeah, I’m sure that helps you sleep at night.” Logan slammed his fist onto the roof of his Bronco.

  Caleb took a couple of steps closer to the detective. “Have you been drinking?”

  “You know what, Doc? That’s none of your fucking business.” The deputy took a step back.

  Caleb wouldn’t let it go. “It certainly is if you’re both on duty and driving around. You carry a gun, Logan. You can’t do this. And what’s wrong with your eye? Is that a contusion? When did it happen?”

  “Don’t touch me, Doc. It’s fine. I got in a fight. You should see the other guy.” Logan stepped out from behind his car. “You should remember that, you big Russian asshole. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not a pushover, and you won’t be able to use me again.”

  Yes, he could plainly see that Logan’s youth had been taken from him in a brutal way. And he might not live for long if he kept getting drunk and fighting.

  Logan looked at his car, but pocketed his keys. “I think I’ll avoid the Doc calling my boss. I’ve had just about enough of this town’s interference in my life. And Markov, you really should leave town. There’s nothing for you here. Not a damn person is going to hire you, and Holly will wake up one day and see you for the criminal you are.”

  Alexei watched as he took the steps of his mothers’ store two at a time.

  “He should get that contusion looked at.” Caleb was shaking his head as the door to The Trading Post opened and closed.

  Alexei felt utterly helpless. There was zero chance the deputy would ever accept help from him, but it was so obvious he needed it. Alexei knew the look on the young man’s face. He’d seen it a thousand times on his own. It was the look of a man who had nothing to lose and wouldn’t mind going out in a blaze of glory.

  “Holy shit, you really aren’t tricking anyone, are you? You really give a shit that Logan is hurting.” Caleb stared at him as though seeing him for the first time.

  “I cause him pain.”

  “No, some asshole named Luke caused him pain.”

  “Luka.” Alexei could still see Luka as Stefan Talbot killed him. So much death. So much pain, and he was still causing it.

  “Alexei, you couldn’t have spared him. What would that mob boss guy have said if you had told him, ‘Hey don’t hurt the cop who arrested me. I think we should be a kinder, gentler mob?’”

  “I don’t think Pushkin would have liked that.”

  “Nope. It wouldn’t have gone over well. He would have shot your ass, killed Logan, and I don’t like to think about what he would have done to Holly.” Caleb’s face went pale. “You can’t imagine what a man can do to a woman.”

  He could. He’d killed a man once, a member of h
is own group who had tried to rape a young woman. He’d managed to cover it up by letting the woman flee and blaming the whole thing on her. He’d given her money and helped her disappear. But he didn’t talk about it with Caleb. Caleb was lost in his own nightmare. Caleb’s nurses had been raped. “They were trying to do good, Caleb. They knew it was a risk.”

  “They were dumb kids.”

  “Yes, well, sometimes dumb kids change whole world. And sometimes they die. Why am I not responsible for Logan, but you are for girls and wife? You did not pull trigger. You did not rape. You did not offer them up to save yourself.”

  “How do you know that? How do you know I didn’t beg them to take the women and not me?”

  “Because I study you. You are man who walks away from wealth and privilege to help others. You are man who saves someone when it would be better for you if he die. I did not only come back for Holly, Caleb. I came back because I falls down for Holly, but I also came back because I admire you. I think you are lost and you are worth being found again.” He might turn away. Caleb could run. Caleb could think he was playing a game. For all Alexei knew, Caleb could think he was coming on to him. But he wasn’t going to lie to the man.

  “You fell for Holly.” Caleb’s voice was tight, thick with some unnamed emotion. “The other way makes it sound like you’re clumsy, and we both know you aren’t that.”

  Alexei didn’t smile, but he felt a little joy in his chest. Caleb wouldn’t respond by offering him affection, but not fighting him was the way the man gave acceptance. For all that the confrontation with Logan hurt, Caleb’s lecture on English warmed him.

  “Are you going to come with me?” Caleb asked. “I’m supposed to meet Holly at the clinic in fifteen minutes.”

  He should go into Creede. He should continue his job hunt. But the thought of being with Holly again, of watching Caleb preparing her…He needed to see her. “Yes, I will join you.”

  Alexei stepped out into the street. The clinic wasn’t far away. He could consider it his lunch break. After he’d spent some time with Holly, he would feel better about finding a job.