"And uncle Marcus?"
"He doesn't have a soul. Besides he wouldn't see it as a sin, especially if they're guilty of this shit."
"I say we just turn the tables on them and hunt their asses down." Jules could be a bit of a savage.
"My wife raised wolves."
"Uh dad, you just got through saying your brother had no soul." I had to remind his ass, this was his brother we were talking about after all.
"He's a whole other breed son, don't compare. Now what the fuck are we gonna do about Vicki? She's in more danger than we thought you do realize that right."
"How so?" Now I was on the edge of my seat. I really hadn't thought of any more danger to her since she was out of his house.
"Son the drive from here to school is isolated. She and Petra take that route twice a day, who's to stop these fucks from pulling something? No we gotta get them out of there."
"Dad it's their last year of high school..."
"Yeah, or it could be their last year period if these twisted fucks get a hold of them Jules."
"What excuse will I give her? I don't want her knowing any of this shit, not yet anyway."
"Why don't we put a body on them?"
"That's not a bad idea Jules, until we come up with a good enough reason for taking them out of school. If these fucks mess with my daughters I’ll blow this town to fuck." Yeah and mom raised wolves.
"Okay, I'll take care of it." Shit this thing is getting complicated, now I have to put a guard on my girl so she could go to school in peace.
"Good, I'm off to bed for one last night of peace and quiet before your uncle the alpha wolf shows up here. Now listen you two, when he gets here I don't care what he promises you, you don't do shit he says without clearing it with me first."
"Sure dad."
"I mean it Roman, you're too much like him as it is."
"You trying to call me psycho dad?" I play boxed him.
"There's no trying about it, you're both too much like him. I don't know where your mother went wrong."
Typical, when we were in trouble we were mom’s all other times we were his. "Speaking of which, what do you plan on telling her?"
"Everything, you boys know I don't keep secrets from your mother."
"So you think I should tell Vicki?"
"Not yet son, but soon. Especially after we have some concrete evidence, this isn't something you can keep from her."
I knew he was right, but it broke my fucking heart just thinking about it.
The three of us split up and went to our separate floors for the night. Tinks was sleeping curled up on my side of the bed. I moved her out of the way and put her in her own bed on the floor next to her mother's side of the bed. Climbing in I drew my girl into my arms and inhaled her scent. My baby sighed and burrowed deeper into me.
"Roman." She sighed my name in her sleep; that shit made me smile as I pulled her even closer to me.
I didn't know how we were gonna deal with this shit yet, but I knew for damn sure I would do whatever it takes to keep her safe. If taking her out of school’s the answer then she would just have to deal. You couldn't have a last year of high school if you were dead. I'd rather have her pissed off and alive.
"Babe." I called to her just before turning her onto her back and climbing between her thighs. She was naked under my t-short. I just slid right into her warmth and rocked her awake.
"Umm, haven't you had enough?"
"Never. I'll never have enough of you."
It was slow and sweet and dreamy, like the calm before the fucking storm.
Chapter 22
It's been a week and a half since dad called uncle Marcus; the crazy fuck was due here any day now. Apparently he was in the Middle East somewhere doing who knows what. Uncle Marcus used to work for one of those obscure government agencies where everything was top secret and on a need to know basis. Which meant we didn't know fuck about his dealings.
He’d left the government since and I quote 'those fucks don't know their heads from their asses.’ So now he does freelance. All I know is that he was called the Hunter, and that he was damn good at what he did. Dad knew more than he was saying but that was to be expected. Jules and I were the same.
Dad would only say that he called the contact number and was told by a third party to expect a call in a day or two. When uncle called him back dad just told him it was about family, my future wife to be exact. He gave him the bare bones and that was that. Apparently hearing that his future niece was in need of his help was all the explanation needed to have him coming back to the mainland, he just needed to tie up some loose ends.
In the meantime, I hadn't taken Cheeks out of school. Instead we had the girls tagged to and from school, and when they had to go somewhere they were never alone. Neither of them seemed to catch on yet but it was only a matter of time I’m sure.
In the end my decision was based on the fact that she’d had a lot of changes in her life of late. She was dealing with the separation from her father rather well, but I could tell it still bothered her.
She never brought him up to me; the one time she'd tried I'd shut her down. I wasn't ready to tell her what we suspected, but I wasn't willing to watch her tear herself up over him either.
Now with Uncle Marcus coming I didn't have much of a choice, I will have to share some of what I’d learned with her.
This did not sit well with me. I'm the type of guy who doesn't think my woman needs to be burdened with bullshit, that's my job. I could give a fuck who agreed with my point of view.
She should enjoy the good things in life. Like shopping with my mom and sister, helping mom in the kitchen concocting shit that was kick ass or laughing at some silly show on TV. Worrying about her father and his sick fucking twisted ass was not part of that equation. Not to mention even thinking that there was a possibility her dad had offed her mother.
Before the whole kissing the dog thing where I had gone off the rails for a minute, I had always protected her. It was my place as her man, she was still young, still had a lot of life to live. She had enough to deal with what with high school and all the drama that came with that fuckery.
I was never your average kid, with a brain like mine it was never gonna happen; always been ahead of my peers in that way. I know my way of thinking doesn’t fit the norm, but I could give a fuck. She was mine to protect. This isn't a run of the mill relationship, not something that would end when we went off to college and real life. This is our life, and will remain so for as long as we both have life in our bodies if I had anything to say about it.
So therefore how I handled sharing this information was very important, the fact that I would rather not tell her shit was still foremost in my mind.
I rolled over in bed where she was still asleep beside me. So peaceful, so beautiful and all mine. I would fucking kill for her and if that son of a bitch did anything else to her I will end him without a second thought. Asshole. His hunting games aside what I now suspected him of subjecting her to all these years was enough for me to want to tear his ass apart.
"Wake up baby."
"Hmmm?"
" I need you, wake up." Before she was fully awake I took her mouth, warm, tender, sweet. She opened to me automatically the way she always did. I drew her body closer to mine, letting her feel my need between her legs.
"Open."
She opened her already naked thighs for me. I kissed and nibbled my way down her body paying special attention to her magnificent tits. I knew they were her hot spot. I could make her cum from sucking on her nipples alone, that's how sensitive they were.
Her hands roamed over my shoulders and down my back to my ass trying to draw me into her but I kept on my path licking my way down her middle until I reached her sweet, warm pussy.
"Open baby." I helped her keep them opened wide with my hands on her knees baring her to my eyes and mouth.
I licked all around her opening, teasing her. I want to drive her crazy with my tongue befor
e I fuck her. This won't be a rush to the finish, I felt the need to feast on her flesh, to explore, to enjoy.
Opening her with my thumbs I licked until I felt her juices start to flow into my mouth.
"Roman...please."
Fuck, her voice told me she was already far-gone and I’d only just begun. Knowing I was about to introduce something ugly into her life, I needed to share beauty with her first.
"Not yet babygirl."
I went back to sucking on her while pushing two fingers slowly into her. Her back arched as she cried out, flooding my tongue with her sweetness. My dick was hard and pulsing as it laid trapped against the bed beneath me but still I took my time.
She pulled on my hair to get my attention. I left her pussy intending to find her lips but she had other ideas.
"Fuck baby."
She pushed me to my back and attacked my cock with her hands, mouth, teeth.
She licked my crown and nibbled her way gently down my shaft before swallowing my length, her hand on my balls cupping me.
"Fuuuuuuuck." I pushed my hips up setting a fucking motion in and out of her mouth, with a tight grip on her hair I guided her head up and down. She groaned around my dick and I felt that shit in my toes. When she used her own fingers to pleasure herself plunging them in and out of her heat I finally lost it. Shit, there goes tender.
I pulled her off my dick and kissed her hard, long and deep. Then I turned her around and drove into her pussy from behind.
She was already cumming when I made the first stroke into her.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, so fucking good baby."
I grabbed her hips and powered into her, her pussy gripped me like a fucking glove. The arch of her back; so fucking beautiful, the way she ground her ass back at me, taking all of me, the wet sounds coming from where we were joined it all combined to make me lose my fucking mind.
There was nothing slow and easy about this shit, she wouldn't let me. She dropped from her forearms letting her chest meet the bed, which only sent her ass higher into the air. I took that, as my opportunity to push my thumb into her ass and that was all it took for her to start creaming my dick again. Her spasms set me off and I flooded her pussy with my jizz.
Still connected I pulled her back to me and laid spoon fashion on the bed until we caught our breaths with me still buried inside her.
"I love you Victoria-Lynn." I kissed her hot cheek.
She reached her hand back and grabbed behind my neck.
"I love you too."
We shared one last kiss before settling down to wait for the sun to come up.
Victoria-Lynn
Something's going on with Roman, what that is I haven't a clue. I just know he's being very tight lipped and him and his dad and brother are always closed off somewhere. Whenever I’d ask he would just tell me not to worry that everything was okay, but how could I not? I had a feeling it had to do with my father; I really wish he would leave it alone. I'd learned long ago how to deal with my father's temper. Of course this last time hadn't been the first time he'd hit me. When I was younger it had been more frequent. But now either because I'd learned how to tell the signs of an impending episode or because I was out of the house more, they had lessened.
That's why Roman's behavior after the whole Timothy thing had scared me so much. I didn't need another abuser in my life, but I knew Roman was nothing like dad. Dad hit me for just being, Roman's spanking aside, I don't think he would ever fold his fist and punch me in the face. We'd talked about his anger, at night while we laid in bed planning our future and what we wanted to have together. He'd explained that what I’d done with Timothy was some kind of trigger for him, and since I had no plans on repeating that we should be okay. He did say that if he thought I needed a spanking in the future he would have no problem administering one.
Spankings were kinda fun but I wouldn't let him in on that secret. Maybe sometimes, not often mind you, I would misbehave just so I could get him all riled and heat up my ass.
ROMAN
We finally made it downstairs in time for breakfast. She'd looked so well fucked and hot in our bed that I'd had to break off another one. Then in the shower her sweet pussy, all clean and wet had begged for my tongue; what was a guy to do?
Let's just say there were two well-fucked individuals who walked downstairs hand in hand for breakfast.
The rest of the family was already gathered around the breakfast table, including Melanie who had only been back the night before. So far she was behaving herself but I didn't trust that bitch so I was keeping an eye on her ass.
Talk was lighthearted with Jules and Victoria-Lynn teasing each other about some tae bo competition they had going the day before. My girl thought she was tough shit.
"Thaddeus you fuck, what did I tell you about locking your doors moron? The human race is fucked in the head don't you get it?" This hard framed carbon copy of my dad entered the room, rounded the table and picked up my squealing mother.
"Marky you're home." She was the only one who got away with calling him that.
"Natalia darling you ready to ditch this asshole and run away with me? I know just the place." He kissed her loudly and winked at dad.
"Unhand my wife you ass, go get your own girl."
He released mom long enough to grab dad in a full on hug, no man hug for these two, they even did the kissing the cheeks thing. Fucking Italians.
Fuck, Uncle Marcus was here, I guess I had no choice but to let her in on this shit now.
Chapter 23
With my uncle here I was on tenterhooks for a good minute, hoping that he didn't say anything until I had a chance to talk to her first, but I should've known better. He acted as though he was just dropping in to check up on his family. Regaling us with tales of some of his exploits while flirting shamelessly with the women. He seemed taken with my girl, teasing her and telling mom he was throwing her over for the newest Blair bride.
I relaxed once I realized he wasn't going to just blurt shit out at the table, but I still had to tell her something. What, I still wasn't sure, but when he gave my dad, Jules and I a look I knew playtime was over.
"We men are going out back for a cigar Natalia." Dad bent to kiss mom and rub her shoulder before leaving the room. I knew he’d told her what was going on, possibly all of it. I don't know how he could, for me, the thought of worrying cheeks with this shit left a bad taste in my mouth. I guess I had a different way of thinking. Dad believed that sharing everything with your mate went a long way to keeping the peace. I believe that the man should handle the bullshit and let the woman just enjoy the good, antiquated, yes. Who gives a fuck?
How exactly was she going to handle hearing this shit? What was she going to do with the info? See what I mean, all this will do is make her scared, worried and miserable. If I just took care of it and told her after the fact when there was nothing left to worry about wouldn't that be better? Both dad and Jules seemed to think that was warped thinking, I'm still not sure.
Of course dad and uncle Marcus lit up, both Jules and I declined I just wanted to get shit started. The sooner we got the planning stage done the sooner we could get to the doing stage. I wanted this shit over and done with as soon as possible.
Vicki has been settling in to her new life here with my family and I. Her schoolwork hasn't suffered any that I could see and she was getting back to her old self again. We hadn't had an argument since she moved in which should be a good thing, but I didn't like it. It was as if she was afraid to say or do the wrong thing and I couldn't figure out if that's because she was afraid she would be asked to leave, or if it was remnants from my caveman antics when she kissed that asshole. Either way I was going to have to have a talk with her about that shit. I don't want her afraid of anything, I know I'd threatened to leave her and had in essence left her for a short time but that shit right there had taught me that I couldn't live without her ass so there was no way I was ever leaving her again.
"We've got a problem here boys
." Uncle Marcus's voice brought me back to the matter at hand. We all turned to look at him expectantly.
"I didn't just arrive, I've been here for a few days. After what you told me Thaddeus I had to do some recon, couldn't go in blind.
Now here's what I've pieced together so far. This game that the men are playing goes beyond this place, it's almost like a fucking cult. In the last few days I've been able to gather names and locations but I'm afraid it's bigger than we thought. I have a lot of work to do in the next few days, but before we get into that." At this point he turned to Jules and clasped his shoulder.
"How serious are you about that little lady in there son?" Julius got a confused look on his face, as did dad and I. What the hell was he talking about? Did he mistakenly think it was Julius's girl he was here for? I looked at dad who just shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't understand the question." Jules was still wearing a look of bafflement.
Uncle Marcus reached inside his jacket and pulled out a Manila envelope. Dropping it on the table he opened it and pulled out some stills. There were surveillance shots of Vicki and Petra at different times throughout the day. From them leaving home, some of them on their lunch break outside on school grounds and then the return home. I didn't quite understand why he needed those but what the hell. Maybe he was just really thorough. He even had their detail in some of the shots at least it showed the guy was on the job.
It was the last ten pictures that shed some light on the question though. In them Melanie could be seen meeting with Kenneth Baldwin.
"What the fuck?" My first intention was to go into the house and get Vicki away from her out of harms way, then smack the bitch in her face.
"What is that, what the fuck is that?" Jules backed away like it was a ticking time bomb about to go off in his face.
"I'm sorry son, how serious are you?"
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