Notorious King

by Hilary Storm

  “So hot.” She’s about to go again. I can tell by the way her body is shifting beneath me. I keep rubbing against her as she screams through her third and most animated release, making me smile at just how sex crazed she truly is.

  “Jesus, you’re hot as fuck when you orgasm.” I roll to the side of her and she follows by laying her head on my chest and sliding her arm over my waist. Cuddling. Not something I usually allow either, but she gets a pass. Her long hair is against her back, reminding me of the stunt she pulled earlier.

  “I’m gonna pay you back for gripping my hair and pushing me around. I can almost imagine my fist full of yours while you suck my dick.”

  “There’s the Gabe I know. Vulgar and repulsive. Plus… you had your chance and blew it.”

  “No fucking way was I letting any of them watch you looking like that.”

  “I would’ve bit your dick off.” He starts laughing.

  “That thought crossed my mind. Maybe that’s why I didn’t go through with it.”

  She lifts up off my chest and smacks me on the stomach before she surprises the hell out of me.

  “Maybe so, now get out of my bed. Lock the door on your way out.”

  “Not on your fucking life. If I leave, you’re coming with me. I’m not facing your brother about why you were dumb enough to stay by yourself with all of this shit still going on.”

  “Speaking of shit… how about you tell me what you’re up to and why I should believe that you’ll be able to take down something that massive.”

  “I’m not working solo. We’re good at what we do.”

  “Then why didn’t you do it the other night?”

  “I had to abort the mission and save someone… it threw everything off track.”

  “Oh. My. God. It’s my fault all those women weren’t saved.”

  “No, it isn’t. It’s mine… but I’d do the same a thousand times if given the chance.” She sits on the edge of the bed, a look of defeat taking over the spunky persona that was just there.

  “How can I help?”

  “By staying safe and out of the way.” I watch her frustration make her antsy before she stands and starts pacing the room, busying herself with trying to find clothes. She turns on the light and causes me to squint against the brightness.

  “I have to help.”

  “Damnit Brie… don’t make me chain your ass up and lock you in a fucking room just to keep you out of the way. I’ve already told you more than I should’ve. I just need you to trust me and know that I’ll kill them all. When I’m done… I’ll come back here to see you. Until then, you do what you have to and stay safe.”

  “How long will it take?”

  “I won’t know for a few days. But I’d guess it’ll take a few months to get all the girls back.” She sits back down at the foot of the bed with a nauseated look on her face.

  “Months. They have to endure that for months?”

  “Some of them will be hard to track down; others will be much sooner than that.”

  “I should’ve done something that night. I should’ve caused a scene so we could all escape.” Tears begin to fall freely down her face and for once in my fucking life, I can console her without holding back.

  “Come here.” I hold her against my chest again. “We both know you’d be dead if you’d done anything. They’re savages and wouldn’t think twice about removing a problem. Don’t beat yourself up over something you had no control of.”

  “How do I just sit back and wait for this to all go away?”

  “You have to. I need you to promise.” She slowly nods, but for some reason I’m not trusting that she’ll stay out of this. I start thinking about all the ways I can ensure she stays out of the damn way because if I know Brie at all… come Friday, I’m going to have to keep her distracted. Looks like I’ll have to talk to Alex about making sure she’s safe so I can concentrate on this mission.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Aubrie

  It’s been two days since I slept with Gabe. He’s done a great job of disappearing, not once coming home to his own bed or even stopping by his house since we woke up next to each other.

  I’ve had a rough two days to say the least. My brother has been even more protective and I’ve had to work at acting inconspicuous when it comes to my thoughts of Gabe. I even found myself smelling his damn cologne bottle and stole one of his t-shirts to sleep in.

  I can’t help it. He makes me feel safe and I know he’s working to take the entire ring down, but I also know he’s in danger and that terrifies me.

  I shouldn’t be this hung up on him. I shouldn’t want to feel his arms around me again. I shouldn’t want to taste his kiss or hear his breath as he whispers into my ear. But I do.

  It kills me not to text him, although I did manage to get his number from my brother’s phone. It’s late Friday night and I find myself taking a long hot shower again. It seems to be the only true comforting few minutes I’ve been able to get in the last few days. My mind hasn’t allowed me to rest while I’ve been worrying about every possible scenario that could play out and replaying that terrible night when he saved me.

  I’m drying off when I get his text. I know it’s him because I’ve saved his number. The first four words he sends gives me the only reason I’ve smiled since he left my bed.

  Gabriel: I want you tonight. Sleep in my bed. I’ll be there as soon as I can.

  Brie: How did you get my number?

  Gabriel: It’s what I do.

  Brie: What about my brother?

  Gabriel: Don’t give a shit anymore. Tell him to get the fuck out when he hears me hit the door, unless he wants to listen to me fucking you.

  Brie: I’m gonna let you tell him that.

  Gabriel: Looking forward to the call.

  I can’t help the huge grin on my face or the giddy feeling of excitement that rushed over me just knowing he wants to see me too. Having something to look forward to gives me that buzz of life I’ve been craving, even long before all of this went down. Gabriel is that spark that’s been missing from my life and I can’t wait to see what happens once all of this is behind us.

  Gabriel

  “Six on the perimeter. Three in the first room. The rest unknown.” Max manages to get details to us before the auction is set to begin. We’ve been working on the specifics of the mission for days. I’ve been staying at my parent’s house to minimize any distractions that could take my mind away from doing this job tonight and to analyze every possible scenario with my father.

  Vic Stockton is the man I can’t wait to see tonight. He’s the one behind everything and the one person I’ll have my site set on before I turn it on the rest of them.

  “Just like the other night. Watch for the two Brutus fuckers in the back.” Titus and Ivan are in route in their own limousines, taking the role of buyers tonight. Their drivers are also trained men, so that gives us four more in or near the building when the shit gets real.

  It’s killing me to be on the outside for this one. Taking this down has become a personal mission and I feel like I’m just standing out here watching as my brothers do all the work. I use my scope to watch everything from a building to the south, while my sister has eyes on the other side.

  “Try to think with your big head tonight boys. We can save all the naked girls for you instead of just one.” Tori sends me a jab over the radio and for once I choose to ignore it.

  “Sounds good to me. I’ll let you take out the monsters, while I play hero and release the girls.” Max is positioned on the ground close to the back of the building. He’s waiting for his cue to go in hot, wearing the tactical gear and leading a team of rogue guys we work with on large jobs like this.

  The FBI will be close behind to do their bullshit once we secure everything… as long as it all goes as planned. I guess you can say this is their way of making sure their hands are clean if something gets crazy during this raid.

  “Focus on your damn job and shut the chit chat.
” I knew it was just a matter of seconds before our father chimed in. I could practically feel his irritation brewing, but I guess he’s been that way since I messed up the other night. “Max, be ready to move on my ‘Go’.”

  “Rog. Ready to tango.” Max responds quickly with his half-ass ‘Roger that’, confirming that they’re set and we all begin the silent wait for all the action.

  Memories of Brie chained up in a building similar to this one begin to torment me and add to the anxiety of my already hyped up adrenaline. My focus is complete shit.

  Get your shit together. Finish this quick, then go home to Brie. Maybe she’ll be naked.

  I have time to repeat the new mantra in my head a few times before I see movement at the building.

  A steady grip on my rifle instantly has me in control of a group a men that seem to have no idea they’re being watched. I study their every move, waiting for the face of the fucker that’s orchestrated this entire shit show. “Five in.” I report as I allow them to all enter through the door.

  I watch Titus show up next, calm and collected as ever, playing his part in our grand scheme. “Alpha One inside.”

  The next half hour is spent counting the bodies going in that we’ll have to recount later. Our surveillance is capturing every single one of these fuckers, just in case any of them get out before we catch Stockton.

  Just like clockwork, Ivan arrives when he’s scheduled to. “Alpha Two in.” We can’t hear anything once our guys enter. In a mission like this, we never take the chance of them blowing their cover knowing they’ll be searched before they make it in the door.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gabriel

  I continue to scope out every single person who enters the building, waiting for the face of the fucker I’m dying to meet. This is now personal and even though I’ve been told a million times not to let emotions drive my job, it is this time.

  Brie is my fucking weakness and I can’t help how wrapped up I became the very second I realized it was her chained up like a fucking animal.

  I have to force the memories to the back once again when another car pulls up. This time I get the lucky pleasure of meeting the piece of shit I was supposed to wait on the other night. His gray hair and frail posture almost make me think it’s someone else, but the disguise doesn’t get past me. “It’s him. I have the shot.”

  “Take it. We’re in position.” That’s the only thing I hear before I pull the trigger and send a bullet between his eyes, causing an eruption of complete chaos below. I watch as a few men begin to scurry out of the building with guns pulled as if they have a chance in hell against what my family can do.

  “I’m taking out the squirters.” Victoria beats me to the first shot and it takes a few minutes for the idiots to realize it’s a bad fucking idea to step out of the building. Little do they know their chances aren’t any better inside.

  We send each of them to the ground, purposely not sending them to their death, but making the rest of their life the fucking hell they deserve by jacking up their bodies as the bullets pierce them one by one.

  “Fuck. Explosives. Everyone out.” Max screams into my ear just as I send off another shot, sending my adrenaline to an all-time high. My brothers are all inside. Two of them are deaf to the intel without the head gear.

  “Get the fuck out.”

  “T and Ivan are inside. I’m pushing.” Max comes back with his response and all of a sudden everything I was feeling before about not making this personal becomes elevated beyond my own comprehension.

  I have to move in. I don’t have a choice. I don’t care what my old man told me not to do.

  We usually work solo on our own missions, possibly a duo job every once in a while. I’ve never been in the position that all three of my brothers are in serious danger at the same time. Not to mention my sister is just feet from the shit herself.

  “Where the fuck is the back up?” I scream as I take the stairs three at a time, leaving half my gear behind in the rush. “I’m going in. Someone pull my shit from the rooftop.”

  I instantly regret leaving all of these fuckers alive when I hit the street below. It’s a good thing my pistol aim is just as good as my sniping skills because they are everywhere.

  It takes me a few seconds to take out the first fuckers that decide to point a gun in my direction. I’ll leave the others alone, but if they move a fucking muscle, they’re done.

  Unfortunately, they all have something to lose if they’re caught in this, so they all decide to take their chance with me. Even with mass chaos going on in my ear piece, I manage to take out eight before I feel the sting in my shoulder. Fuck. I’m hit. With my back against the wall, I sidestep toward the door, never taking my eyes away from the street.

  My arm is throbbing and hurts worse when I move it, so I pull it against my stomach and mobilize it as much as I can. “I have ten total up here. How many do you have down V?”

  “Fourteen, Slacker.” I have to smile at her remark. She’s always felt like she had to prove her worth, but I’ll be the first to tell people she’s hands down the best of the Kings... I’ll just never tell her that.

  “I’m going in.”

  “We’ve got the girls coming out the back.” Thank god something’s going as planned.

  I turn the corner to the main door and watch as a line of men begin to file out with their hands on their heads. Ivan and Titus are behind them, each aiming a gun they didn’t go in with.

  “On your fucking knees.” Ivan shoves a few of them down when they don’t obey just as the FBI finally makes their entrance. They’ll get to claim the take down and capture of one of the most wanted men in the world, but it’ll be at a cost of even more fatalities after what just went down.

  They know how to shoot the story so that it works. Not our fucking problem. All of those fuckers deserved to die anyway for even considering buying a woman as a slave.

  “Is the building still hot?”

  “Yes. We’ll let them deal with it. Let’s get the hell out of here and meet back at base.” Max takes charge and bosses his older siblings for the first time in his life. I think he enjoyed this a little too much. That smile on his face proves it. “Fuck. Gabe’s hit. Get a medic to the house. We’re on our way.” Max grabs my good shoulder and makes me walk with him, leaving Titus and Ivan behind to hand over the remaining trash to the FBI.

  We’re all quickly pulled to the side by the FBI and released. They don’t want us around when the paparazzi gets wind of this. I don’t blame them. But I’m glad we get to go in and do the dirty work. It’s what my family lives and will die for if the day ever comes that it’s needed.

  I need a doctor. I can’t go to the hospital unless it’s a life emergency. It’s part of the job, but also something my Mom has worried about our entire lives. She has ensured we have a doctor that will treat us if anything like this ever happens. It’s not the first time I’ve been sewed up.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Aubrie

  I’ve tried my hardest to fall asleep, but I can’t. The last time I looked at the clock it was almost five in the morning. The sun has been out for about an hour and I’ve thought about going to his bed at least a hundred times throughout the night. I guess I have the mindset that he can come in here if he really wants to see me. The last thing a guy like him wants is a clinger in his bed. I’ve heard that enough times over the years.

  My heart starts beating faster when I hear the garage door open. I sit up against my headboard and listen for him to come inside, knowing who it is because of the loud rumble of his truck.

  My brother left out just a few minutes ago without saying a word, so I know we have the house to ourselves, but I don’t meet him at the door. I’m not sure how all of this should work now that we’ve been together. I’m going to let him set the pace and follow his lead about how much time we spend together and how we spend it.

  I can hear him walking through the house; he obviously doesn’t care who he wake
s up or disturbs this early in the morning. A few seconds later, the door to the room I’m staying in swings open… without a knock.

  “Nice knock. I was about to think you weren’t coming home like you said you were.” He has his shirt off, so I can’t help but scan down his body to see what else he’s putting on display for me to see.

  “You aren’t in my bed.”

  “I don’t chase a man. You can come to me.” He opens the door wider and that’s when I see his other arm wrapped up.

  “Oh my god! What happened?”

  He looks to his arm with a glance and gives me a quick shrug. “I got shot.” I jump out of bed and rush over to him as fast as my feet will get me there while he acts as if he can’t get enough of seeing me in my shorts.

  “What the hell, Gabe? Tell me you went to the hospital.” My heart starts beating even faster than it did when I knew he was home.

  “A doctor took care of it. I’ll be good to go before long.” He grabs a handful of my ass and lifts me around his waist using just his good arm.

  “How did this happen?” I can’t take my focus away from the fact that he’s been shot and he’s walking us down the hallway and into his bedroom. With a swift kick of the door, it slams shut and before I know it I’m being dropped on my ass onto his mattress.

  “I told you I’d take care of everything. This is just part of the job sometimes.” I watch as he unbuttons his jeans and kicks off his shoes. “I love those tiny fucking shorts you’re wearing.”

  “Don’t change the subject, Gabriel King.” I half attempt to scold him as he climbs into bed, scooting me to the middle as he moves in next to me.

  “You’re right. Let’s talk about me being shot. It’s been fucking traumatic. I need someone to take care of me, so you’re on top this time.” He pulls on me until I’m moving to straddle him. Even though the sexy hungry look on his face should make me feel better about his injury, it doesn’t.