True Justice

by Morgan Kelley

  Dimitri Gideon wasn’t going down on her watch.

  But Viktor Marchenko?

  Yeah, that was another story.

  Chapter fifteen

  Sky Villa

  I n their room, he stared at her. His wife was lovely, she was smart, and she knew that something bad was brewing. Greyson could see it on her face. He could see that she was dying to ask him what he was thinking.

  She always knew.

  It astounded him how she’d fully melded into his life, and they had become inseparable. She was his everything.

  “What happened, Greyson Croft? You look like you’ve lost your best friend.”

  “I killed a man today.”

  She didn’t speak.

  “I crossed the line, Emma. I put a bullet in his head in front of Riley and Heath.”

  She let him continue and watched him pace. He was torn up about this, and the storm was coming. She could see it in his eyes.

  “I swore I wouldn’t be that kind of man. I swore I would run Vegas anyway but crooked, but he was there bragging about selling women. He was bragging about them being nothing but merchandise to men who would break them.”

  He stopped pacing.

  “I had to make a choice.”

  “And?”

  “I am sorry I let you down.”

  She lifted a brow.

  “How so?”

  “I crossed that line. I swore beneath the lies, the fabrication, and the bullshit, that I would be me. He came out tonight. When I pulled that trigger, I didn’t regret it.”

  “When Riley rats you out will you kill him too?” she asked.

  He looked horrified.

  “NO!”

  “And there you have it. You do have regrets, Greyson. You feel badly about it or you would have said yes. It would have been all about you, and not the victims. That would make me scared. This…this is how it has to be. The odds are against us, Greyson. The odds are stacked against this family.”

  Oh, he was aware.

  “We have to fight any way we can. Natasha is dead. We are all that’s left to protect this family. We do it no matter what!”

  He sat on the floor.

  His heart hurt.

  “There’s no turning back. Please don’t leave me, Emma. I’m still the man you fell in love with.”

  Oh, he absolutely was.

  Here was the proof.

  Emma had to help him. He was a mess. Greyson sat on the floor beside their bed.

  His face broke her heart. His head in his hands, he was in pain, and his voice…he was going to break.

  He was punishing himself.

  Going to her knees, she sat before him. When he wouldn’t look at her, she knew she needed to reach him.

  “I love you, Greyson Thaddeus Croft. I know that you had no choice. I know that you had to do what you did for the family. It’s the sacrifice we have to make.”

  “It sucked.”

  She understood.

  After killing in the military, he didn’t do it lightly.

  Ever.

  “We brought them together, Grey, and we have to keep them safe. You did your job. You did the right thing. Those girls suffered, and someone had to protect them. You did it in your own way. I’m proud of you.”

  He glanced up, and his eyes were filled with so much pain and unshed tears.

  “I saw you. I saw our unborn son,” he began. “I had to justify it because if it were my son in my position, I’d want him to balance that scale.”

  “He will.”

  “And it will cost him his soul too.”

  And there it was.

  Greyson was worried what his child would think of him. He didn’t want him to hate him, think he was a monster, or one of the bad guys. He didn’t want that contempt he heard from Dimitri when he spoke of his father.

  He wanted him to proud of him.

  Proud of his old man.

  When she placed her warm palm over the scar on his cheek, he knew he needed her.

  “Save me, Emma. You’re the only one who can.”

  And she would.

  “I’m here now. I’ll carry you, Greyson. We have one hell of a battle to fight. We’re going to find the people helping Rosemary, and we’ll get to Viktor too. Already, we’re winning.”

  “How so?”

  “Babylon is dead. Dimitri’s favor is wiped clean. He’s safe from that. We’re moving in the right direction.”

  He needed her so much.

  He needed her logic.

  Her words.

  In that moment, if he couldn’t feel her against him, he’d get lost. He was already lost. He needed her to find him.

  “Emma, save me,” he whispered, hoping the admission of his weakness wouldn’t make her weaker.

  For his wife and baby, he needed to be strong. There was no time to fall apart.

  Leaning over, she left kisses across the scar that brought them here. That physical wound brought so much happiness, and this emotional wound would too.

  In time.

  “I have you, Greyson. What do you need?”

  “I need you. I need my wife. Help ground me. Help me through this storm. I can’t find my way out, and I’m afraid I’ll never come back.”

  She could do that.

  As her lips moved over his cheek, then to his lips, life filled him. Instead of fear, he was wrapped in love and need. He wanted his wife. He wanted that heat.

  Delicious.

  Overwhelming.

  His.

  When he lowered his legs, she crawled into his lap to curl against his powerful body.

  Her hands moved over his chest.

  “You’re overdressed.”

  She pulled off his shirt and tossed it over her shoulder. Already, the fire was coming back to his wicked silver eyes.

  God, he needed this.

  This was amazing.

  As her body remained pressed to his, he suddenly noticed that she, too, was overdressed. Pulling off her shirt, he threw it across the room to land in a pile with his.

  That was better.

  “Mr. Croft, you’re sexy when you’re shirtless.”

  “So are you,” he said, admiring her soft skin and growing breasts.

  She reached around and unhooked her bra.

  Her breasts were free, and he palmed them.

  They felt so damn good.

  “God, Emma,” he muttered before she claimed his mouth with her own.

  She was wicked.

  She was wild.

  It was a heated kiss that nearly did him in. She was battling for his soul, and he’d let her.

  When she pulled away, he stared into her emerald eyes. “I’ll love you until the day I die. You are my all, Emma. How did I get so damn lucky?”

  She didn’t know, but she had gotten lucky too. Through it all, they had an amazing life.

  “Take your wife to bed, Greyson. I need to feel my husband’s hands all over my body and I want you to be in me,” she purred, waiting for him to make his move.

  Oh, he could do that.

  “Oh, kitten, I want to make you purr.”

  Part of the healing would mean helping him find his way through this. Greyson would carry the scar of what he’d done, but he’d be okay.

  It was time to lure her caveman back into the light. She’d save him.

  And then he’d save them all.

  Greyson didn't give Emma a chance to say anything more. He was up with her wrapped around the front of his body before she could utter another word.

  Then he fell onto their bed.

  “Emma, I want you,” he muttered, running his mouth across her bare shoulders. “I craved this all day,” he added, pressing her into the mattress.

  Oh, she did too.

  “Touch me,” she begged.

  Greyson nearly went wild.

  With his mouth, he dove in, plundering, taking, and stealing what was only his to own. Emma moaned and came to life beneath him. It was a thing of beauty as they
were in perfect syncopation.

  Their touches were delicious and very familiar.

  “I want to make love to my wife before we go out,” he admitted. “I want my scent on your body. I want you wet from me so you remember who you belong to.”

  Her heart skipped.

  “Grey,” she murmured, rolling with him. When she was perched on top, he stared at her clothes.

  “I think we need to strip.”

  She agreed.

  Emma climbed from his body and began removing what was left of her clothing. He watched her the entire time. Her body was changing. She was filling out, and she was becoming motherly with her baby bump.

  It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.

  His child was in there.

  HIS SON.

  Greyson didn’t bother stripping. He simply unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection.

  He was hard.

  Throbbing.

  Ready.

  She climbed back into his lap, straddling his hips.

  Greyson ran his fingers through Emma’s coppery red hair, admiring the silky feel against his flesh. He loved when it ran across his flesh.

  “Mine.”

  It was all he could manage.

  “Yours,” she offered.

  Greyson was dying to feel himself buried in her. He’d wanted his wife all day, but now he really had to have her.

  “Pleasure me, kitten. Make me feel.”

  Oh, she would do just that.

  Kissing down his chest, she teased a trail of torment along the way. With tongue and teeth, she sent shivers across his body. When he moaned from beneath her, she went lower.

  There was nothing sexier than a calm, erect Greyson Croft, and she was going to revel in this moment.

  With eager fingers, she traced the lines and angles of his muscles until she brushed against him. Already, she could feel him aroused and rock-hard.

  Oh, she was wet. He’d never had to worry about that.

  She missed this.

  “Emma, I want your mouth on my dick.”

  She laughed.

  “Really, Greyson?”

  God!

  Really.

  “Emma, please. I need to forget. Take me in your mouth and help me find my way back.”

  Who was she to argue?

  Teasing the tip of him with her tongue, she only played with him for a few seconds before swallowing him whole. His entire body shook as she worked him like there was no tomorrow.

  The harder she worked him, the more vocal he became, begging, pleading, and offering her anything she wanted.

  Only, she only wanted him.

  This man.

  This good man.

  Her warrior.

  “I will die loving you,” he hissed, his body bowing as she sucked on the tip of his dick.

  Holy shit!

  He was going to cum.

  His body shook, and she knew what that meant. He was close. Greyson couldn’t hold out much longer.

  It was time to cut him a break.

  Emma set him free.

  “That’s why I married you,” he teased, already feeling better. “My kitten gives really good head.”

  She laughed.

  “So bossy. It’s like you own me.”

  He stared up at her.

  That switch was flipped.

  “I do own you. You’re mine, Emma. You’ll always be mine. You carry my child, you’ll have my seed in your body, and you’ll have my scent. You are mine.”

  She shivered.

  “Now, slide down my dick, take me home, and make me happy, wife.”

  When he got bossy, she always felt that warm need fill her. It was a sexy thing when her caveman husband took control.

  “Now.”

  She didn’t argue.

  Greyson held his dick for her, and she went up on her knees. He waited. He watched.

  She slid him home.

  They both moaned.

  As she began riding him, her eyes never left his. They were the window to both their souls, and she wanted that connection with him.

  This moment was theirs.

  “You’re mine,” he stated, pulling her down his erection until it filled her to capacity.

  “Yes,” she whispered, dropping her head back as she rode him.

  “Harder. Make me forget!” he ordered.

  She gave him that too.

  “Emma, my sweet,” he called, his body warming up and to the point past his control. “I love you, my wife.”

  It was possessive.

  It was bossy.

  It was the man in his true self.

  She rode him, letting his erection fill her as the pleasure moved her closer to release.

  “I love fucking my wife,” he said out of the blue.

  And she loved it too.

  “Fall for me,” he ordered, his hands playing with her beautiful breasts. He knew she was close.

  Her body was tightening down on his.

  She moaned, and he flicked his thumb over her clit.

  Emma came hard.

  Greyson wasn’t done. He wanted to ride out her pleasure. He wanted to pound himself into her, taking HIS wife.

  “Take all of me,” he ordered.

  The orgasm rolled through her, pulling Emma under.

  Greyson had rolled, placing her beneath him and trapped between his dick and their bed.

  “I want you, Emma. I always will. You’re my woman, my wife, and the mother of my son.”

  When he thought about her like that, it made him even wilder. Grabbing her legs, he spread her open and continued burying his dick in her.

  “Oh, Grey!” she hissed, her body bowing. He was hitting that one spot.

  That delicious spot that would throw her over before too long. He loved watching his wife cum on his erection.

  It made him feel even more caveman-ish.

  She couldn’t handle the pressure. She was shaking, trapped, and he had her at the perfect angle.

  She erupted again, begging him to cum with her.

  Greyson didn’t.

  He fought that pleasure to keep it going. He wanted to show her how much he loved her.

  He did it with his body.

  Greyson filled her with long, deep strokes. They filled her and spoke of who was in charge of this mating.

  He was.

  The man who had been lost was now found.

  With each slide of flesh against flesh, her breath hitched in her chest. When he caged a nipple with his teeth and tugged, she thought she was going to tumble again.

  As the tempo picked up, and Greyson’s heart began pounding, he knew the way she was begging would end him.

  “Greyson! Fuck me!”

  So, he did.

  It was animalistic, it was rough, and it was like he always wanted to take her, but didn’t—since she was with child.

  Tonight, he had to.

  His body needed hers.

  “Cum!” she shouted.

  “Emma!” Croft hissed, at the bite of her nails into his shoulders.

  The explosion happened, pulling him from the edge and her with him—again.

  Together, they fell.

  That heat rushed from him and into her. That wet that he craved was now marking her. He’d left plenty of proof of who she belonged to.

  She was marked.

  He lifted his head, and the wicked smile said it all.

  He was better.

  “I need a shower,” she said, running her hand down his arm. “You look like the conqueror claiming the spoils of battle.”

  His dick throbbed at her words.

  “Greyson!”

  He couldn’t help himself.

  “I love you,” he offered.

  She melted.

  “I love you too. Now can I shower?” she asked.

  He had other ideas.

  “I tell you what. You, me, shower, and you can get cleaned up, but I get to have you again.”

  “That defeats
the purpose.”

  He teased her ear.

  “I want you wet for me all night,” he admitted. “It wasn’t an option, Emma.”

  Her heart skipped.

  She stared into his eyes.

  “I was telling not asking.”

  She swallowed.

  “Okay, Greyson.”

  He got hard all over again.

  It definitely looked like he was a million times better, and he would get his way.

  After all, the caveman always won.

  * * * G R E Y S O N C R O F T * * *

  Across Town

  He was worried.

  When he killed his old partner, he thought that would be the end of it. He assumed that the FBI would think it was someone from a past case that turned on him.

  After all, they’d worked undercover.

  He couldn’t let anyone find out that the two of them were lining their pockets with money from a sex trafficking ring.

  They’d worked damn hard to make sure no one found out. When they had a mole, they’d handled it.

  They made sure she was taken, drugged, and off on her new little adventure.

  At first, it upset him.

  After all, Storm St. Clair was a Fed—like him, but then, after a while, and after he lined his bank account with money he barely had to earn, he was good with it.

  In fact, he was damn happy.

  Now the FBI was digging.

  The whole case with Viktor Marchenko hit a little too close to home. The man was bad news.

  REALLY bad news.

  When he had rolled into town, he was a power buyer, and that made them all rich. Only, no one saw this mess coming.

  No one saw the man going after Dimitri Gideon and the Crofts. They’d survived in the city under his nose for a while.

  Now he was focused, and that was a bad thing.

  He needed to get out of there, and soon. Maybe he’d fake his own death.

  Maybe he’d just quit and move away.

  He wasn’t sure what they knew and how bad it was going to be. At this point, it was anyone’s guess. That was why he was getting ready to handle anyone who got in his way.

  Anyone.

  Robert Lee had been taking money, helping wipe the files. Was he involved in the sex trafficking? Hell no.

  But he did take money to clear them.

  He wished he could get into the office and make sure his paper files were gone.

  Maybe he would.