Seeking Our Destiny : Nelson Brothers'

by Liberty Parker

  “Let me order some food. Got plenty of alcohol, which I think we’re gonna need,” I state, opening my laptop. Pizza and wings it is.

  Destiny

  As the hours pass, Piper, Raven and I watch as the house fills with Rebel Guardian members. Both the chapters ran by father and son. There are so many people here that I begin to feel anxious. “What’s going on?” I speak to myself, but loud enough to where the other women can hear.

  “Whatever it is, it isn’t good,” Piper surmises.

  “Anyone know why Athena is basically locked in a room upstairs?” Raven requests.

  “No clue. I don’t like this,” I retort. The men are all blindly walking through, barely acknowledging that we’re even in the house. It makes me feel invisible, but at the same time chills keep breaking out all over my skin when I see the looks each of them are sporting.

  “Considering that whenever one of us goes out, we have a guard dog of some sort, it’s big,” Piper states. “I feel like I’m constantly tripping over someone and half expect to have one of them handing me the damn toilet paper when I’m done in the bathroom!” Her words have me giggling and soon, we’re all in hysterics picturing one of the men doing that very thing and how Atticus’s head would explode. He’s so possessive over her that I’m somewhat surprised he hasn’t been on ‘protection’ detail, which tells me that what they’re dealing with is bigger than his ego.

  “I’ve made some coffee and some tea,” Nan says, coming in from the kitchen. “Who wants what?” I can see from her face that she’s been crying, but I don’t pry. She continues to flutter about, and her anxiety has my own spiking. I haven’t felt this way since I was held captive; helpless, scared, broken. The only difference is I’m not being beaten.

  I hear the doorbell ring and see Gino, Nan’s husband, go to the door. “Pizza’s here,” he advises, coming back with ten boxes and a huge bag. I hope like hell there are wings and breadsticks in there; Silas knows those are my weakness and usually gets them for me.

  Gino and Nan quickly pull out plates and napkins, leaving two pizza boxes and two smaller ones on the kitchen island before he states, “Taking the rest downstairs to the guys.”

  “Let’s eat, ladies, then we’ll find something on to watch,” Nan inserts, helping me up.

  13

  Silas

  After all of the information has been shared with those who weren’t here earlier, we begin to make plans on how to get this fucking bitch to come out of hiding. We don’t want to only take down her organization, we want to chop off the head of the leading honcho… her. Not wanting the women anywhere near this, we conclude that Braxton, Atticus and myself will become the bait. We’ve also decided that Jonas will have a team consisting of Bandit and Talon helping him with research. Our ghost team; Liam, Rex, Gordon, and Frank, along with Smokey will stay here and guard the women. Luca, Tig, Jasper, Maddox, Hatchet, Capone, Jaxson and Twisted will be our backup in case they’re needed. With us going up against an unknown amount of men, there’s no telling how much shit we’re going to face. Better to be prepared than caught with our pants pulled down.

  “So, we start flushing her out starting tomorrow?” Hatch asks.

  “Yeah, go home and get some sleep. Be back here by four o’clock tomorrow afternoon.” She’s like a damn cockroach, only coming out at nighttime. She keeps vampire hours of operation, and we want her to show herself. We plan on hitting her main businesses and making asses out of ourselves until she has no choice but to show up. Tonight, I’m gonna love on my woman since we have no idea what the outcome will be. Some of us may not make it out alive, it’s a risk we’re all willing to take for those we love.

  With our plans made, we make small work of the pizzas and wings and before I realize it, everyone has left and it’s just my family once again. Making my way upstairs, I smile down at Destiny who is curled up on the couch sound asleep, Scooby by her side. “Damien said that Scooby should stay by her since you were busy,” Raven quietly discloses.

  “He’s a good kid,” I reply, reaching down and carefully picking up my woman. I need to chat with Raven as well, but now is not the time. “When this is done, we need to have a little talk,” I advise, giving her a look.

  “I suspected as much based on what Jonas has said,” she says, as she subconsciously rubs her ass. Mm-hm, my brother may not be into this lifestyle but I’m glad to see that he is willing to take matters into his own hands when it’s needed.

  Once upstairs, I lay her on the bed then go about undressing her. My need for her is great, but I don’t want to wake her up just yet. Now that I have her the way I want her, naked and in my bed, I strip down and slide in next to her, pulling her close. She may not be awake right now, but I know my woman and at some point, she’s going to wake up and I’ll be ready.

  Destiny

  I wake up cocooned in the warmth that is Silas. For whatever reason, the anxiety from before, the neediness I feel, suddenly I crave what only he can give me. “Silas?” I whisper. I’m nearly frantic in my want.

  “What’s the matter, Kitten?” he hums, drawing me closer.

  “Need you,” I admit, my hand running across his chest and down to his lower abdomen where I can feel his dick throbbing, already hard.

  “You want to ride tonight?” My core clenches at his words because he doesn’t normally let me be in control this way. I know he’ll still somehow manage to take charge but right now, I don’t care.

  “Yeah,” I reply, slowly straddling his waist. I get up on my knees and he holds his dick up while I lower myself until he’s fully seated deep inside. I can already feel my insides clenching and know this won’t last long but I can’t find it in myself to give that first fuck.

  He gently slaps my ass and commands, “Ride, Kitten. Ride it like you stole it.” He begins thrusting up as I glide down and soon, the only sound that can be heard is our skin slapping. His hands are everywhere, tweaking my nipples, gripping my hips, occasionally smacking my ass, and I’m on sensory overload as I race toward my impending orgasm. “Get there, Destiny, or you’ll be left hanging,” he warns. I grin down at him, my hair flying around us because other than the occasional orgasm denial when he’s punishing me, he never leaves me behind. I start grinding my core against his pelvic bone every time I come down, the pressure against my clit enough to ramp up my desire. “You need this?” he asks, his thumb now against my clit.

  “God, yes, please,” I moan out. It’s right there, just out of reach and then suddenly, I’m calling out his name as my pussy clamps down on his dick. “Fuck, Silas, I’m coming,” I yell.

  He does an ab curl and I find myself impaled on his dick as he thrusts upward while sucking one of my nipples in his hot, warm mouth. When I feel him freeze, I know he’s coming and welcome his release as it pumps into me. “Better every time, Kitten,” he whispers before kissing me. I slump into his chest, spent and sated, as his hands roam across my back to cup my ass.

  “Why do you call me kitten? Is it because I’m weak?” I solicit, my voice low. I love his nickname for me, but not if it’s because he sees me as less than.

  “Fuck no,” he replies, resituating us so that he’s lying down and I’m draped across his chest. He’s still inside me and I can feel our combined releases as they run down my thighs but I wouldn’t be anywhere else if I had a choice. “I call you kitten because you’ve got claws, Destiny. I’ve never met anyone like you. Even when you were hurt before we rescued you, I saw the damage you managed to inflict on your captors. The only reason you weren’t able to get yourself out of that hell is because they restrained you.”

  “They didn’t initially,” I admit. “But after I headbutted one of them and broke his nose, then gouged another one’s eyes, they figured it would be safer for them.”

  “See? Claws. Fierce like a feral cat, soft as a newborn kitten,” he retorts, chuckling. I like him like this and love the fact that I’m the only one who sees this side of him. He’s a hard man, made that way t
hrough his life circumstances, but with me, he has a slightly softer side. Okay, maybe it’s more jagged than soft, but regardless, I’ve never felt more protected and cherished than when I’m in his arms.

  “Need to talk to you about something.” He’s hesitant in his words which worries me. He’s always out there, bold with his statements, never stammers or shies around conversations.

  “Something’s wrong. What is it?” I rush out my worry.

  “Nothing’s wrong, per se, but the guys and I, we’re gonna be gone tomorrow evening. I want you to understand, if anything happens to me—”

  “Silas! Don’t you fucking dare talk like that. Nothing is going to happen to you,” I cry out in dismay.

  He places his fingers over my mouth before continuing, “Jonas, he has all of my financial information. He’ll make sure you get that and are well taken care of. And if he tells you to pack all of your shit and disappear, you do what he tells you to. He’ll take care of all of the details; you just follow his orders down to the last detail.”

  “Silas,” I grumble.

  “No, listen to me, Kitten. This is of utmost importance. If anything does happen to me, you will be taken care of. Financially.”

  “I don’t want your fucking money, Silas. I want you!” I scream, finally having had enough of this conversation.

  “And you’ll have me. I will fight to get back to you no matter what. Understand?” When I look away from him, he takes his finger and moves my head back to where I have to look at him.

  “Fuck this, Silas. Don’t go. Whatever it is, let someone else take care of it.” I continue crying.

  “I can’t, baby. This directly affects me and our family. If I don’t go, take care of this, we’re all possibly doomed. I can’t back down; I have to go.” I can tell he’s pleading with his eyes for me to understand, but I don't. Why would he willingly place himself in danger bad enough that he may not make it back to me?

  “Silas,” I plead. I haven’t said the words, y’know, those words, and feel that he needs to know just what he means to me so he fights hard to get back to me. To us.

  “I love you, Destiny, and maybe now isn’t the time to tell you, but since I never expected to fall in love, you need to know. I may not have all the words or even the mannerisms, but you’re mine, body, heart, and soul, and I’ll cherish and protect you as long as I draw breath.”

  I’m openly sobbing now and I know I look like a hot mess. His declaration might not be all hearts and flowers, but who needs that when I’ve got the man who makes my soul sing? “I-I love you too, Silas. More than words can express. You mean everything to me. Just, just come back to me.”

  He rolls us so I’m on my back and glides back inside of me. While I enjoy every single time we have sex, this time, there’s a different feel to it, almost as if he’s committing me to memory and leaving me with one as well.

  As I orgasm, I silently plead to the universe, Don’t take this man from me!

  14

  Silas

  I spent the morning with my woman trying to reassure her that everything would be fine. I trust my fucking team implicitly, and I know that even though they won’t be with me, they’ll have my back, as will the men from the Rebel Guardians. As they arrive, we head down to the office once again and I see the determination on each of their faces. Things will get ugly and while I hope we come out of this unscathed, my gut, however, is saying that’s not gonna happen.

  “Got these for everyone,” Jonas discloses, coming into the office with Bluetooth mics for each of us. “I have them synced to the Batcave so we can stay in communication at all times.” I know he’s worried; he came to me earlier and I reminded him about what he was to do in case something happened to me. I know my brother, he’ll make sure that Destiny is taken care of; she’s family, after all, since Atticus and her sister are together.

  “Thanks, Brother,” I reply as I reach out, taking mine from him. He grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me in for a hug.

  Patting me on my back, he issues, “Stay safe out there. Come back in one piece, that’s an order.”

  “I’ll do what I can,” I offer. I won’t make any promises that I can’t keep, that’s not who I am. What I can guarantee is that I’ll try my damnedest. “Everyone, let’s check our stuff once again,” I command. With the armory we have, plus what the Rebel Guardians brought, I’m sure we have enough but my military background has instilled me with that need to check one last time.

  Less than an hour later, we’re all loaded up in the team’s SUVs. Atticus, Braxton and I are in one, the other one is followed by our backup. First order of business is hitting up Jenae’s massage parlor. Through our investigation, Jonas was able to figure out that this is being used as a legal business to hide their illegal activities. It’s got a basement room where we feel they are hiding the missing submissives. That’s our prayer anyway, because there’s been no trace of them being transported out of state. We’ve searched all of the freightliners, airports, trains, everything they have a private way of getting them out, we checked and double-checked. The missing subs are still being held somewhere local, and we’ve narrowed it down to this business.

  “Luca, you and your team need to be ready for extraction if we find them there. We are secondary in comparison to them and their rescue,” I insist then listen as he hesitantly complies his acceptance of my order. I can hear the exasperated breath he inhales through the Bluetooth device. I can tell he wants to argue the fact, but he knows this life, served his country. So, he’s at odds between leaving no brother behind, and saving the innocent.

  Answering his unspoken concern, Braxton states, “The innocent always come first, Son.”

  “I’ll follow y’alls directives, Dad. But that doesn’t mean I’ll leave without extracting you all first.”

  “Son,” Braxton sighs.

  “No, Dad. Ain’t happening. Don’t ask me to do that, I won’t,” Luca insists. “You are the heart and soul of the Rebel Guardians, without you, we’ll fall apart. I won’t do that to Mom, Lily, Landon and Layne.”

  “Only if it’s safe, Luca,” Braxton replies. “Don’t want y’all in danger more than you already are, y’hear me?”

  “We’ve got this, Axe,” Tig speaks.

  As we pull up to the parlor’s doors, we simultaneously exit the vehicle as one cohesive unit. We’ve never trained together before with Braxton, but he fits in well with Atticus and myself. “Let’s start a little mayhem,” Atticus exclaims as he excitedly rubs his hands together.

  “Yep, let's pull the snake from her pit,” Braxton mumbles, his eyes surveying our surroundings.

  We walk into the business and Atticus starts yelling, “We wanna see Jenae, bring her out here right the fuck now!” I watch the receptionist wilt in front of him as he waves his arms and continues his rant. “Bring her out right now!” He starts tossing magazines around and occasionally smacks the wall for emphasis.

  “What’s taking so long? Do you have to drag her out of the pit? I want to see my fucking sister,” Braxton bellows. His tone is menacing and scathing and if I were a different man, I’d be scared.

  “Sir, sir, I must ask you to calm down,” the receptionist says in between Atticus’s and Braxton’s demands. “This isn’t appropriate behavior and we run a respectable business. You’re scaring our clients that are in the back.”

  Deciding to join the fun, I walk over to the bookcase and casually tip it over. Books and knickknacks go flying and I hear shattering glass as once again, the receptionist cringes in her chair. “Respectable? Are you fucking kidding me?” I question, glaring at the girl. “Fuck that noise, y’all are so dirty that nothing would ever get the stains out. Do you know who you work for?”

  “Sir, I work for a well-known businesswoman. It’s not right for you to come into her place of business and trash her good name,” the receptionist huffs.

  “Good name? That’s a fucking joke,” Atticus sneers. “The only good thing about her is, well… not
hing. I got absolutely nothing nice to say about that people stealing cunt.”

  “She’s a widow and has lost a child, show some compassion,” the receptionist insists.

  “Like she showed those whose lives she’s helped destroy?” I inquire, leaning over the desk. She glances at me and I see fear on her face. Good. She needs to know that the woman she works for is a conniving, backstabbing cunt.

  “My sister may have pulled the wool over your eyes, but we aren’t blinded by her fake charity bullshit. That woman is death, destruction and mayhem. And I am here to take her down,” Braxton avows while leaning down into the lady’s face.

  “If you don’t leave, I’ll call the cops,” the girl counters, picking up the phone.

  “Go ahead and call them. We’ve got some news for them when they arrive,” I reply, motioning to the phone. “Go on, do it.” She shakes as she dials 911, and I hear her tell the dispatcher that she’s got three men causing a disturbance and needs help. Still, no Jenae.

  “Should we check out the basement while we wait?” Atticus muses. “Bet they’ll be really interested in seeing what Miss Businessperson of the Year has going on down there.”

  “No one is allowed down there.” She tries to halt us by holding up her hand, before we get a chance to do as Atticus suggests.

  “We’re not just anyone, sweetheart,” Braxton snarls out. “Now, either get the fuck out of the way or take us down there, but we will be checking it out. Now!” I like this side of him; he’s turned into a man on a mission and I know that no stone will be left unturned so that he can ensure his family’s safety and well-being. He barrels through the opening to the back and both Atticus and I follow him, leaving the receptionist behind. “It’s down this hallway,” Braxton mutters, remembering from the blueprint that Jonas was able to procure.