Power Play - A MFMMM Reverse Harem Billionaire Romance (You Can't Resist a Bad Boy Book 6)

by Layla Valentine

  As I peered over at her, my heart gave a painful throb. She was so damn beautiful, in spite of her state of disarray. That damn gaudy necklace didn’t even look half bad in that moment.

  Maybe I really was losing it. It seemed more likely that I’d already gone insane, had given myself to the craziness from the moment I made love to Emily.

  As much as I wanted to believe the contrary, I had no doubt that what I felt for her was more than lust or even a simple crush. So much had happened over the course of our time together, and though it hadn’t been all that long, it still felt as if we’d known each other for an eternity.

  Could I really betray her like this? Moreover, would I allow myself to betray my own feelings by turning her into the feds without knowing what would happen to her? There was no telling what they would do with her, though she hadn’t committed any crimes.

  She had been held prisoner by her father; it wasn’t as if she’d willingly gone along with him. She hadn’t agreed to hold tight to his secrets; she had been forced. As much as I wanted to blame Randy Madden for what he had put his daughter through, I couldn’t shoulder my own mistakes off on him. I was wounding her more deeply than he ever had.

  Thinking I held some sort of power over Emily may have seemed self-absorbed, but the girl wasn’t exactly a closed book when it came to her feelings. I had no doubt in my heart that she loved me—or had, before I’d dragged her into that damn car that morning.

  It took all of my self-restraint not to make a U-turn in the middle of the road, take off down the street and…and…

  Where would we go from there? The military was all I had ever known. It had given me the freedom I’d never known as a teenager. It gave me the family I’d longed for, the kind that would accept me without forcing me into some tiny box in the middle of nowhere.

  Yet, wasn’t that what I was doing to Emily in the very act of turning her in? Stealing her freedom, shoving her back into a prison that I had more or less vowed to help her escape? She bore the title of my captive, but it had never felt quite that way. I cared about her. Wardens didn’t love their inmates.

  It was as simple as that, really. It should have been enough that I loved her.

  My eyes were drawn to her again, and she glanced towards me with a helpless sort of sigh. She had given up, and I had brought that upon her. The woman who had gotten under my skin like no one else was likely convinced I was some stone-cold asshole.

  Was I? Would I really turn her in? There really wasn’t any other option. If I fled with her, what sort of life could I have given her? It was better that I turned her in, better that she not entertain the hope of leading a happy life clutched in my arms.

  I couldn’t give her much. If I quit my job, I would have nothing. Being a SEAL was all I knew. I’d sacrificed so much to be where I was in that moment. I’d sacrificed my family. I’d sacrificed my home. But I’d come out for the better for it…hadn’t I?

  The decision seemed to be made, and I settled on the path to the FBI field office. She would be fine. She would be happy. The feds couldn’t do anything that horrible to her, could they? She was innocent, after all.

  “I’m sorry for all of this, Owen,” she said quietly, interrupting my thoughts.

  I glanced at her, raising a speculative brow.

  “What are you apologizing for?” I asked, not bothering to hide the weariness in my voice.

  I let the fact that I should have been the one apologizing hanging in the air, doomed to remain unsaid. It wasn’t that I feared showing weakness; I was confident enough to admit when I was wrong in most cases. This one was different. The fact that I was utterly and completely in the wrong went without saying.

  Even still, she raised a hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. I was relieved that she seemed to be pulling herself together, but the bitter resignation that radiated from her was anything but comforting. She reached out, resting her hand on the center console. I took it without a second thought, gripping it in my own.

  Love was supposed to be a splendored thing, yet there I sat, ruining it without a second thought. I told myself it was for the best, repeating the mantra in my head until I was almost able to believe it.

  “I shouldn’t have forced you last night,” she said quietly. “I let my feelings get in the way, and I know you don’t feel the same about me, so it wasn’t fair. I was angry at first, knowing that you planned to turn me in all the same, but I can’t stay mad. I didn’t have sex with you because I expected some higher treatment. I asked you to make love to me because that’s…what I feel for you.”

  There was something unfair about the way she’d admitted it, the way she’d been able to say she loved me with such ease. Then again, she was innocent. Her love was pure, while mine was just the opposite.

  “You didn’t force me into anything,” I croaked, though it may have been easier to let her believe as such.

  I was head over heels for her, but it wasn’t like it was something I could readily confess. It would only make things more difficult, more difficult than any of this really needed to be. If she was willing to operate under the notion that I was using her, was it that wrong to allow it? Especially when it would spare her feelings?

  “You wouldn’t have had sex with me if I hadn’t thrown myself at you. I complicated things. I knew from the start what your intentions were, and I’ve always known I was a captive. Blurring the lines only made things more difficult for both of us. Well, for me at least…” she trailed off, resting her forehead against the window.

  I remained quiet, though I wanted nothing more than to tell her how wrong she was. It was difficult for me, too; she had to know that. I’d given her no indication to suspect as much, but it wasn’t as if I were that closed-off with my feelings.

  Then, it struck me. My father hadn’t even known that I had my own dreams. He’d offered me ownership of his business because he’d felt it was the right thing to do, not to spite me. I often said he begrudged my choice of joining the military, but that wasn’t necessarily so. I hadn’t heard from him since I’d left West Virginia. He probably didn’t even know where I was right now.

  Did that speak of the limited nature of my compassion? Was I cold? How could I have gone my whole life without offering some sort of kindness to those that cared the deepest about me?

  “It wasn’t exactly a one-way street, Em,” I murmured, the pet name flowing off of my tongue without a thought.

  It felt comfortable; it seemed somehow right. She didn’t seem to notice, too wrapped up in my betrayal to even consider my words deeply. As much as I wanted to reach out and grip her chin in my hand, force her lips to my own with all the tenderness of a proper man in love, I realized that we were nearing our destination.

  It felt much like driving off a cliff, knowing that I was throwing away my chance at true happiness. Years I’d spent, longing for someone to hold close at night. The night before had been everything I’d hoped for and more.

  If only we had met under different circumstances.

  “Yeah, I feel the same,” she whispered, and I realized that I had voiced my thoughts aloud.

  She sighed sadly as we pulled into the parking lot wherein her fate would be sealed. I parked near the exit, gripping her hand more tightly in my own when she made to open the passenger side door.

  She paused, looking at me with a curious expression.

  “I’m not going to run. You don’t have to walk me inside. I wouldn’t endanger your job like that,” she assured me, using her free hand to pat the top of our joined ones.

  I kept a grip on her, staring at the building where a federal agent was waiting for me to drop her off.

  He hadn’t seemed to notice our presence, instead focusing on the screen of his cellphone. He was so wrapped up in whatever application he was fiddling with that he probably wouldn’t notice Emily until she walked straight up to him.

  “Wait,” I breathed as Emily began to draw away from me.

  Enough of the theatrics. Eno
ugh of waiting for what might have been, what could have happened. I was going to grasp the future by its damn horns.

  “What is it, Owen?” the girl who had captured my heart asked, and I reached over to fasten her seatbelt once more.

  Quickly, I shifted into reverse, keeping a close eye on the federal agent who waited near the entrance.

  “Duck, and stay down until I say otherwise,” I whispered, maintaining a steady speed out of the parking lot.

  Emily obliged, staring at me through wide and confused eyes.

  I wasn’t ready to say goodbye. Not yet. Not ever.

  Chapter 21

  Owen

  We traveled in relative silence for thirty minutes or so. Emily had yet to rise from her ducked position, and I might have been amused if she weren’t staring so incredulously at me.

  Determined to keep my cool, I refused to meet her gaze. As far as I was concerned, I had made my point well enough by refusing to hand her over. Granted, there hadn’t been an explicit refusal, but it was very well implied. I certainly didn’t want to spell things out for her. It was embarrassing enough to be gripped so fully by my feelings; I didn’t want to give voice to them.

  I couldn’t quite believe it, but I actually wanted things to work with Emily. What I felt for her was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, like stepping out into the sunshine after being locked away for years. It was the most intense feeling I’d ever felt, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. As much as I’d wanted to be close to someone, now that she had been dropped in my lap, I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

  Emily was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined her. In the short time we’d been together, I’d been happier than I’d ever thought possible. I felt complete. Admittedly, there had been a few missteps, but…I knew what I felt. I also knew that it wasn’t a feeling I could simply smother and hope that it faded.

  “What are we doing, Owen?” she asked carefully, finally taking the initiative to scoot up in her seat.

  The drop-off point was miles behind us, and I didn’t quite know where I was driving. All I knew what that I needed distance from the place where I had nearly given up the woman I loved.

  She would forgive me; I knew. She was far too enamored with me for her own good, and more than I deserved. I decided that, for the foreseeable future, I would make sure she knew how much she meant to me.

  “I’m not willing to lose you,” I said after moment, and she looked at me as if I’d grown a second head.

  Admittedly, with how cold I had been acting, it must have seemed strange for me to have such a sudden change of heart.

  “The mission, though…” she sputtered, reaching out to grasp my hand.

  I settled our joined hands in their familiar place on the center console, giving hers a reassuring squeeze.

  “You mean more to me than any mission. I just—” I paused, fidgeting in an uncharacteristic show of nervousness. “I just hope we can avoid their radar. I’m sure that I’ll be considered a criminal for taking off with the woman I’ve been ordered to hand over to law enforcement, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

  Her expression was one of obvious concern, and I was almost sure she’d think I was an idiot.

  “Do…do you really mean that? I can’t just let you throw your life away for me! It’s not fair; I don’t expect you to feel the same way as I do. I never wanted you to put your own wellbeing at stake for me,” she insisted.

  I found myself grinning a bit, stroking my thumb along the back of her hand. She seemed comforted by the simple action, though she was clearly wracked with nerves all the same.

  “It’s one of those things, Emily. You didn’t ask for me to do this. I took the initiative. I can’t deny how I feel for you anymore. I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m not. I’m sick of hurting you,” I said gruffly.

  Tears brimmed in her eyes, and I tried to keep my expression positive in spite of the horrible turn things could take. I’m sure my captive was well aware of them. No, not my captive. I would set her free if she no longer wanted me. I wanted her to be with me because it seemed to be what she wanted. If she wanted her freedom, alone, I would let her have it, for the sake of her happiness.

  “I love you, Owen, and I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you because you let your feelings get in the way of your job. I’m not worth throwing your life away,” she sniffled, rubbing her eyes with her free hand.

  I chuckled a bit, not taking my eyes off the road as I lifted our joined hands and drew them close to kiss the back of her knuckles. She shivered involuntarily, and I liked being the one with the power to make her react in that way.

  “What’s done is done, Emily. I would be throwing my life away if I gave you over to the feds. I would be betraying my heart, and that’s not something I want to do anymore. It’s probably selfish of me to assume you even want to be with me after all I’ve done, but—” I began to ramble, cut off by her melodic laughter. It was music to my ears, an utter joy to hear.

  “I can’t just turn off my feelings. I’ve completely fallen in love with you, and there’s really nothing you could to change that,” she told me, smiling.

  My heart fluttered in my chest, and my confidence wavered for the shortest of moments. How could this beautiful woman love me after all I’d done to her? I didn’t deserve her kindness.

  “You’re overthinking it. If this is what you want to do, for once just go with the flow,” she said comfortingly.

  Her confession of love—deep, true love—didn’t strike me until a few moments later.

  Emily was patiently waiting for my response, and I could see the faintest glimmer of hope in her eyes. There was no doubt in my heart regarding how I felt about her, and things may have been moving fast, but it didn’t change how desperately I loved her.

  “I love—”

  I paused in the midst of my confession, feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket.

  A sense of dread washed over me, and I pulled out my phone to see who was calling. My worst fears were confirmed when the name ‘Gomez’ flashed on the screen.

  I pressed a finger to my lips to signal her to remain silent. I was certain we’d been found out, but I could still entertain the hope that we might put some distance between ourselves and the FBI. Swiping my phone to answer, I managed to keep my voice steady.

  “Commander. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I said calmly.

  For her part, Emily’s eyes looked as if they would pop out of her head, looking more like a deer in headlights than ever before. She bit her knuckle to keep quiet, her breath shuddering. I smiled gently at her, trying to appear reassuring, though I certainly didn’t feel the most confident.

  “Caldwell. I’ve got some bad news, and I called you as soon as I could. Intel shows that Emily Madden has gone missing, so the mission has been put on an indefinite hold. It’s a disappointing turn of events, but we’ve decided to take another direction in catching her father,” Gomez explained, sounding somewhat preoccupied.

  My heart leapt into my chest, and I was struck by the thought that there was no way I could be so fortunate. Crossed wires where intel went missing was something that almost never happened. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, keeping my voice casual.

  “That explains why I couldn’t find her. Hell, I thought I’d ended up in the wrong place or something,” I joked, all too aware of Emily’s eyes drinking me in with desperation.

  Gomez laughed, sounding altogether nonplussed by the turn of events.

  “Well, as you can probably guess, you’re free to come back to the base as soon as possible. It might be a bit slow here, but maybe you’ve had your fill of excitement for a while,” Gomez chuckled.

  I thought quickly before responding.

  “Actually, since I’m due some time off, I was wondering if I could take a couple of weeks off. Guam is really nice, and I’d like the chance to see the place without searching for some runaw
ay kid,” I said smoothly, and Gomez hesitated for a moment.

  My breath caught in my throat, and I wondered if I had pushed too far. However, Gomez simply chuckled, and I could hear him shuffling some files around.

  “I can understand that. Yeah, you have two weeks’ leave that you’re free to take, so I’ll go ahead and mark you down. Have a good time, Caldwell, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he said, the smile obvious in his voice.

  I smiled, swiping my phone to hang up and breathe a sigh of relief. Emily was looking imploringly at me, but I had a decision to make. If I kept my job, it would only be a matter of time before they caught on to the fact that I’d helped Emily escape. I had two weeks to make a decision, but truth be told, the decision was already made.

  Certain that I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with the woman in the passenger seat of my car, I decided that that after my two weeks of paid vacation were up, I would begin the resignation process. It was something of a heavy decision, especially considering all that the men at the base had done for me. Though he was my superior, Commander Gomez had always felt more like a friend. As much as it killed me to throw away the life I had forged up until that moment, I was determined to do right by Emily.

  Glancing at her, I placed my hand on top of her smaller and delicate one. She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, the anxiety of the entire situation still seeming to send jolts of nervousness through her. As I felt her racing pulse, I realized I had some explaining to do.

  And, as we drove out into the Californian desert, I knew it was the first step in the rest of our lives.

  Chapter 22

  Emily

  It was difficult to tell which was more intense—the anticipation of knowing we’d been caught, or the desperate hope that I would finally get a taste of freedom. Owen wore a somewhat pensive expression, focused on the road as we took an exit off the freeway. It was more or less empty, seeming to lead farther away from the suburbs and into the desert.