Coder: Book Five (Princes of Prophecy)

by L. Ann Marie

  I start laughing again and Mucimi laughs. Holy crap. I stop before I lose it again.

  “Did you decide on dinner? I was hoping for fish.” I look at him and shake my head no thinking he’s as crazy as his family. “I’m sending a Prospect up to the Seafood Bar and Grille. What do you want?”

  Jacob rubs his hands together. “The fisherman’s platter for me.”

  “I’ll take the scallop and clam platter.” Since this is normal, I’ll just go with it. Mucimi is laughing.

  ***

  Brantley

  “I’m glad this day is done. It’s been interesting.” She pulls me to the room.

  I smile. She’s been laughing all night. It’s a nervous laugh but she’s calmed since Jacob left. “It has been. Are you okay now?” I close the door and turn her toward me holding her face so I can watch her eyes.

  “The adults are just as freaky as the kids aren’t they?”

  I laugh. “Most of them yeah.” I bend to kiss her hoping to change the subject.

  When she moans I know we’re done talking. I walk her back to the bed with my mouth on hers and my hands undressing her. “All day I’ve thought of showing you how much I love you being my old lady. I need your sweet taste in my mouth and on my face babe.” She moans deep in her chest with her eyes changing to my favorite liquid blue. I get us undressed with her hands all over me. I’m never going to last with her hands on my dick so I lay her down at the edge of the bed. “I want to be balls deep but I’ll never make it with your hands on me. Let me make it good for you babe.” I get another moan. Putting her foot on my good shoulder I push the other over me and pull her to my mouth holding her ass right where I want her. “You smell so fuckin’ sweet my beautiful Holly.” She shivers as I swipe my tongue at the crease of her leg. I love that every time I do it I get the same reaction. She smells so good. “So fuckin’ sweet babe.” She’s pushing her hips up for me so I put my mouth right where she wants it with a growl. I love hearing her moan and cry out for more. Squeezing her ass I give her all she wants. Slow and methodically I show her what she means to me. My tongue hits every bit of her, my teeth nipping and teasing until she’s moving with me. Feathering my tongue around her clit gets her coming for me. Just hearing her cry out my name has me running code to keep from coming with her. Jesus I’m fuckin whipped. I slide her back and kiss up her body getting control of myself. “So fuckin beautiful to hear you come babe.” She’s pulling my head while I’m moving, but stops when I get to her tits. Her nipples are hard and she’s moaning as I take each one in my mouth flicking them with my tongue and scraping my teeth on them. When she starts rubbing her pussy against me I move up her neck to her ear then lick my way across to her mouth getting my shiver. She moans again. “Love that too.” I kiss her with my dick swelling knowing her sweet scent is all over my face.

  I stand smiling when she groans, “Not finished beautiful Holly.” I pull her so her ass is off the bed again. Holding her up, her legs wrap around me making me moan. “Going balls deep in that pretty pussy.” I slam in getting her yelling for me not to stop. I don’t. I can’t take my eyes off her tits bouncing and hands squeezing her nipples. “Fuck that’s fuckin’ sexy to watch.” She gives me a devilish smile sliding one hand to her pussy while twisting her nipple with the other. Fuck. I watch her fingers circling her clit while scraping me and tell her how fuckin’ good that feels. Her legs are pulling me hard and my dick leads me to harder and faster loving her pussy tightening around me. She comes yelling again and I’m done. I slam in and freeze, loving how her pussy holds me tight while I empty into her.

  When blood moves back to my brain I shake my head and roll her on top of me. I have no fuckin’ clue when I bent over her. She moans but doesn’t move except to get her knees on the bed. I slide back and keep her right where she is. I fuckin’ love her falling asleep with my dick in her. Closing my eyes I think about my name on her back and smile. Time to start planning more dinners, rides and babysitters.

  Chapter Thirteen

  One week

  Brantley

  “Anything from Mitch?” I look up as Prez sits in front of my desk.

  “Nothing yet. Jeremy has been at the lab every day.”

  He pushes his hair back from his face. “Geek hasn’t come up with anything from the file. He texted me this morning. They ran everything and are out of leads.”

  I nod. “I am too. I hoped that I missed something and have been running through it again.” I look at the file. “This started with a vision. Is there something in the vision that will help? I know it was a while ago, but I have no direction to even look right now.”

  He’s looking at me, but I don’t think he’s seeing me so I wait. His eyes focus, “I only have what Pres sent to my dad. I need to talk to Tess. I was so pissed I never asked for the vision. Fuck!” He stands up and walks out.

  “Okay.” I jump into the gang file and find the last pussy on my list. Geek has the whole area wired and I caught some faces yesterday. One is bothering me and I can’t figure out why. When I finish the last I go back to the face that’s bothering me and run face recognition. It’s a long shot but still a shot.

  While I’m waiting I call Holly. She’s at the house with all the kids. “How has your day been so far?”

  “Busy. These kids are so good, but very active. We need a bigger house.”

  I laugh. The house is bigger than we need but I don’t point it out. “Maybe we should have put them at the daycare/school.” She doesn’t say anything. “Holly?”

  “Do you think I could work there?” she asks softly.

  “You want to work in the daycare?” My mind is spinning.

  “I went to school, but never got a teaching job. The Princes pay better and I didn’t really need it.”

  What? I pull her employee file and run through it. Bull checked everything off. “Why didn’t you work before Princes?” I have no fuckin’ clue what to say here, but I have a million questions.

  “My dad died and left me some money. I went to school, but didn’t get certified. It was around the time that teacher was beat up at the high school. I wasn’t really motivated by the thought of standing in a classroom at the time. That’s when I started writing.”

  I’m reading through her file and see she was picked up by the publisher not long after she finished school. Fuck me. “I’ll talk to Prez. I don’t see why he wouldn’t go for it. I’ll talk to you later, I have a meeting in ten.” I stand up while she loves me then hit the door fast swiping my phone off.

  At Darren’s office I knock and walk in. “VP, did you find a teacher?”

  He’s looking at his computer, but answers, “No. I’m on it right now.”

  I sit in front of his desk. “Pull Holly’s employee file.”

  He looks up at me then back at his computer. He grew up in IT so I’m not surprised by how fast he types and gets information. “You’re fuckin’ kidding me. What the fuck was she doing as a receptionist?”

  I smile. “She saw Alex on the news. She was writing by then and decided to do something for the homeless too. She said we pay better than the schools and she wouldn’t get beat up like the teacher in the high school a couple of years ago. She writes her books here.”

  “Jesus. How the fuck do we keep finding them?” He goes back to her file and starts typing again. I don’t think he wants an answer so I wait. “Top of her class. I need to talk to Prez.” He stands up and walks toward the door. “Let’s go, you’re explaining this one. Fuckin’ old ladies are unbelievable.”

  I follow him smiling because she is. At Prez’s office we wait for him to get off the phone. He’s watching us, but answering whoever. When he swipes off he waits. “Pull Holly’s employee file. I’d tell you but you need to see it,” Darren says.

  His hands fly over the keys. “Fuckin’ old ladies. Did you check the school?” He’s not looking at us. I’m still smiling.

  “Top of her class.”

  Prez finally looks at me. “Will
she do it?”

  “She asked for it,” I tell him still smiling.

  He’s thinking so we wait. When he’s done he looks at Darren. “Get her in self-defense and get with HR about her pay. I’ll get with Jessie to set Security at the school. Who can we get to explain the teacher’s roll and what to expect from the kids?”

  “Brenda,” Darren says.

  Prez nod. “She’s here tomorrow, it will work perfect. I’ll have her meet Holly at the school.” He looks at me. “She’s not affected by the freaky kid shit?”

  I laugh. “She thinks it’s all crazy, but rolls with it. For an outsider, it should look crazy. For an old lady, rolling with it is what they do.”

  He laughs. “Yeah. Thanks Brothers.”

  “Did you get the warning?”

  He pushes his hair back. “It was from Christian. He says it was too long ago. I have Tess trying for more, but she doesn’t have anything right now.”

  “Dakota had something the day of the wedding. He told us Pres didn’t understand or maybe Uncle Danny has something? He was in the meeting right after the shit storm that day.” I’m trying to think of who else was there. Jeremy would have said if he had anything.

  “I’ll make the calls. If Dakota had something he could share we’d know. Maybe I need to ask in another way.” He’s talking more to himself than us.

  Darren stands and points to the door. He closes it and starts down the hall. “I’ll get her with Eliza for self-defense. Let her know it’s a yes without any doubt. She’ll need that. Tomorrow we’re back to the daycare/school. Let Brenda explain the kids.”

  Since I have no clue where to start with that I’m all for it. “I will.”

  At his office he stops. “Thanks for bringing this to us. She’s an amazing woman Brantley. Fuckin’ glad she’s yours.”

  I throw him chin and smile all the way to my office. As soon as I sit down I pull my phone then drop it on the desk. Face recognition is stopped on a match. I’m excited and call my board for Jason’s schedule. He’s in Ops. Perfect.

  Hitting Holly on my phone as I’m walking, I tell her she’s in with no doubts and smile at her laugh. She’s worried about her reception job making me laugh. “The kids’ teacher is a fuck of a lot more scrutinized than a receptionist babe. We take that seriously. The teachers are vetted with three month checks done regularly. This is not a position that is taken lightly. We have a Prospect on reception. You being in the school throws relief on everyone.”

  She’s quiet for a few seconds. “Thank you,” she says softly. She gets it.

  “Love ya babe. I need to talk to Jason.”

  She disconnects and I smile knowing she’s got tears in her eyes. My sweet girl. I walk into Ops and see Jason at the second console. “You have a minute?”

  He nods still typing. “Give me a minute. I think I found a connection.”

  I smile looking over his shoulder. I don’t give him much work because he keeps himself busy checking and rechecking information on top of his usual work of backgrounds on Security employees and Brothers, then his Ops shifts.

  When he’s done he swings his chair my way with a smile. “Recognition was running on our files. I followed and saw you had a hit so I took that hit and ran the different names we have so far and we got two more matches. When I hit all the IDs we collected, I came up with the same thing and found their paper is almost as good as Geek’s.”

  “Fuck. That’s not good. All licenses?” He nods. That’s really not good. That means they were good enough to get past Security. “So we have six names do you know how they tie?”

  “All are ID’d and in with the new gang, also, all from the tie on Teller from New York.”

  Shit. This is getting us somewhere though. The gang has to be backed by someone. “Keep following and get this to Geek. I’m going to try and find a backer.”

  He nods. “VP might be able to help with that. He’s good with tracking money.”

  I think about that. “I’ll try, but he’s rough when he has a new set of dogs.”

  “I don’t know Brantley; he’s pissed they actually put hands on Teller.” He spins back to his computer.

  I call Uncle Steve on my way back to my office. “VP we found a connection. Jason’s getting it to Geek, but I want to find the backer. It’s all in the Teller’s Ride file. While I have you on the phone, do you remember the wording of the warning Pres got before Sheila’s wedding?”

  “Didn’t give it to me. I got it at the table. Was from Christian. ‘Kids and women need to be watched. Makin’ their way west or to Tits.’ Pres thinks it’s gang.”

  I replay it in my head. “That doesn’t have anything to do with Sheila.”

  He takes a minute. “No, didn’t see it like that either.”

  “Can you help with the backer?” Something in the warning not fitting Sheila bothers me.

  “See what I can do.” He’s gone.

  I sit and replay the warning over and over. Dakota comes in and sits down. I smile wondering what’s up. “The warning I got was from Co and the ancestors. Remember your fathers and keep our people safe. Nunánuk told me to watch the kids.”

  I nod. “Nothing about any of this fits Sheila or the MC thinking that after her shit with Strapper they were done. Nothing fits Strapper.”

  He nods. “Pres did not relax Security after Sheila was returned. He thought it was over because of the try at the daycare then the try for Sheila, but wanted to cover the day since everyone was together. It is a good thing that he did. He did not have HS on alert, but did have extra Security. Most of HS was at the wedding anyway.”

  “Being at the wedding and being on alert are two different things.”

  He nods. “This is what Prez thought too.”

  I’m going over the wording again. The ‘Tits’ just doesn’t fit, it’s like using the warning for Sheila, it doesn’t make sense.

  Dakota stands. “Perhaps playing it off someone else would help.” He walks out the door and the hair on the back of my neck stands up. Fuck. He knows something, but can’t tell.

  I wonder why I can’t play it off him then dismiss it and wonder who I should call. Pulling my phone, I scroll through it throwing out one Brother or another but stop and hit Jax. It feels right. He was pissed when we left Mass. I give him the warning then how Pres was thinking.

  “It doesn’t fit for Sheila and no women were scheduled at the daycare. No one in their right mind would hit when Sheila is there. The other thing is the name Tits. What man would take that, bringing them to Tits, as a gang leader? Doesn’t work for me. I’ll check the database for gang members, but I can guarantee I won’t get a hit on it.”

  “I thought the same thing. Can you run the name? I got shit to do, but this whole warning doesn’t make sense.”

  “Where’d you get it from?”

  “VP said he got it from Pres at the table. He doesn’t forget shit.”

  He takes a couple of seconds. “He was training the dogs for kids during that time. Did you give me word for word?”

  I close my eyes and repeat it for him. ’Kids and women need to be watched. Makin’ their way west or to Tits.’ That’s word for word.” I’m shaking my head. It’s not feeling right. “Oh fuck! Not out west or to Tits. Out west to Ortiz!”

  “Call him and ask. I’ll call Dakota.” He’s gone.

  I hit VP again hoping he doesn’t kill me for hounding him. “Uncle Steve could it be, ‘making their way west to Ortiz’,” I say it with a soft ‘s’ instead of the ‘z’ sound.

  “Fuck! All this time. Yeah. Need to talk to Pres.”

  Shit! I run to Prez’s office. “It’s Ortiz,” I say opening his door. Dakota and Darren are here.

  Prez looks at me. Oh shit I interrupted something important. I explain. “The warning wasn’t understood. It was told as, ‘Kids and women need to be watched. Makin’ their way west or to Tits’. It was making their way west to Ortiz. I called VP to ask and he’s bringing it to Pres.”

  “S
onofabitch! He was working with NSA and knew all about the readers, our Security and people. He doesn’t just want a payout he wants the distribution lines cleared so he can expand his runs up the East Coast. Our kids and old ladies would give him a hold on us.” I look at Dakota and he’s smiling. I got it right. Thank fuck!

  Prez looks at his computer. “Not even a fuckin’ minute.” He looks down then moves his hair back and clicks on the video chat. “Pres, VP.”

  “We need you up here for a meeting.” We hear Pres.

  Prez looks at us. “It will have to wait until tomorrow. We have information that we need to get through. Brantley will look into Ortiz and get as much as he can and we can meet with at least some knowledge of what we’re up against.”

  The silence stretches. When Pres starts talking I can tell he’s pissed. “We already have Geek working on it and can have information by the time you get here. This is our kids and old ladies we’re talking about.”

  I watch Prez’s jaw clench. “No one knows better than me that it’s our kids and old ladies. We’ve had this information for five minutes. I’m telling you, I need time to see exactly what we’re up against so when I walk into a Security meeting I know what the fuck I’m walking into.”

  “You don’t trust that we’d give you that information?” Pres is surprised.

  “I know you would give me everything you had.” He looks at me. “When did you get the wording for the warning?”

  “Maybe an hour ago.”

  “Brantley had the wording for an hour. It’s taken fuckin’ months of time and money spent on chasing and following leads and coming up empty. With the new connections and naming Ortiz I want my Brothers to be able to do their job and advise me just like you want yours to. We are not different in our goal Pres, but it was my boys that were taken. I’m asking for a day to gather the information so I know what the fuck I’m talking about to ensure that I never have to tell my old lady her son was taken again.” He watches the monitor without moving.