A Monster's Obsession: (Arrangement Series Book 5)

by Kasey Martin

  Brennan obviously didn’t have the same upbringing as I did. His family was married into the Callahan’s, not the Nash’s. We were related by proxy. Doyle and Brennan are Cara’s cousins, which makes them Darby and Flynn’s cousins as well. I trust the Callahan’s. When Cara was killed, Darby and Flynn never blamed me for their sister’s death. They came to the states to learn the business and help me find Cara’s killers.

  It’s a shame that their own cousin refused to see what we did. Patrick Abbott was the reason for Cara’s death. I’m not sure how or when he got to Brennan, and it didn’t matter. When he crossed me, he signed his own death warrant.

  I slammed my hands against the wall as I roared out my frustration. I let that motherfucker get too close, and he sabotaged everything he touched. The security system that he was supposed to watch had been tampered with. The gallery surveillance had been on a continuous loop for the last twenty-four hours. And because Darby was dealing with other shit, nobody noticed. Brennan also disabled the tracking devices on several of the cars as well as his phone.

  Brennan was in my inner security circle. He was privy to information that others didn’t have a clue about, and he used that knowledge to his advantage. It was no wonder we couldn’t track Abbott’s whereabouts. Brennan was feeding him the information he needed to keep giving us the slip.

  “Hey, man! I get it, but you need to calm the fuck down!” Darby looked up from behind his computer screen, where he was typing furiously. He was just as pissed as I was when I told him about his cousin’s treachery.

  We were taught family above everything; that was the golden rule. And Brennan not only broke the rule, he tore it apart and shit on it. It was unacceptable, and he would meet a torturous end because of it.

  “We need to find his ass. There’s no telling what the fuck he’ll do next. Especially since he knows we’re on to him.”

  When Brennan caught wind that Markos captured Austin Thomas, he wisely disappeared. Because both men worked for the Abbott family, Brennan knew that Thomas would spill his guts if he got caught. And he definitely dropped everything. I thought back on the night before with a chill.

  “Tell me what Douglas Abbott wants with Sasha?” I questioned the tied up man in the middle of the warehouse.

  “He doesn’t want Sasha. They just wanted her out of the way. They want the building.” He coughs up blood, and I know he can’t take too many more kidney punches. Markos worked him over pretty good, but he didn’t have the motivation that I do.

  “Why do they want the building, Thomas. Don’t start acting tough now. Answer the fucking questions before I lose my patience and kill you now!” I grit out. I haven’t killed anyone in a long time because I have men for that, but this motherfucker is trying me.

  He coughs up more blood before he starts again, “The gallery used to be part of a bank. Back in the day, there were tunnels from the building that leads directly to the port,” Thomas stops because he’s wheezing and coughing and I roll my eyes at his dramatics. I cock my gun and put it to his head.

  “Hurry the fuck up with the story; I need to get home to my wife.”

  Thomas has the nerve to scowl at me at the mention of Sasha. And I know this bastard is crazier than I gave him credit for. Here he is beaten up, tied to a chair, and coughing up blood, and he’s mad that I mentioned my wife.

  “Fuck that whore!” Thomas’ face is full of rage, but the emotion quickly turns into pain when I shoot him in his kneecap.

  “Watch your motherfucking mouth. Now finish the fucking story!”

  “You can move anything through those tunnels without anyone being the wiser. The tunnels aren’t on the updated plans, only the originals that are in a vault at my firm.”

  “How did Abbott know about the tunnels, and why didn’t he just buy the building from Todd?” I questioned, but my trigger finger is itching because this bastard is dragging this shit out.

  “Mr. Todd already made a deal with Sasha. It was illegal for him to go back on the contract they had in place. He upped the price to get out of the original agreement, which was a loophole in the contract. I knew about it because I wrote the contract myself. Todd didn’t know anything about the tunnels. He’s just a greedy old bastard. I’m the one who contacted the Wilcox group. They had the money, and I knew who they were. People like that always need underground tunnels and cutthroat lawyers. It was a win-win for both of us.” Thomas had the nerve to smile after his sleazy story.

  He was almost worse than the Abbott’s, and he would meet the same fate as them. I shook my head in disgust before I put a bullet between his eyes. The quick death was too good for him. I should’ve tortured his ass more, but I didn’t have the time. I spit on his body as I walked away.

  “Take out the trash! I need to go home to my Céile.” I hollered to my men as I left the building.

  ***

  We had searched everywhere for Brennan, and his ass was nowhere to be found. I knew he hadn’t left the island, though, after I contacted Andres and let him know what was going on. Andres Bishops was the only man I would trust to help me navigate Founder’s Island underworld. He had connections everywhere, and he was happy to help.

  Now, not only was the Nash Organization looking for Brennan and Abbott, so was the Bishops’. Neither of them would leave the island alive, and the thought almost had me giddy. It had been years of me putting up with the Abbott family. The Council had them protected for whatever reason, and I will be happy to inform them of all of the shit they’d been doing without council approval.

  Austin’s little confession would get in the right hands, and all evidence that he ever existed would be destroyed. Rest in hell motherfucker!

  “Flynn just called. There’s some shit going down at the gallery.” Jason, one of my guys, came into the office in a rush. Darby hopped up from the computer, and my feet were moving before Jason could finish his sentence.

  We were already at the Port office, so the gallery was only five minutes away. The closer we got to the gallery, it looked like a war zone. It seemed like Flynn was fighting an army by himself when I noticed several burly men jump out of SUV’s and start shooting at the men dressed in blue coveralls.

  The bastards were like roaches. Every time one would go down, more would come out of the building. I hopped out before Jason came to a complete stop and started firing my weapon. Sasha was in that building, and I knew Patrick Abbott was in there too. He was a fucking dead man, but if he hurt Sasha in any way, he would wish for death before I finished with him.

  We finally got a handle on Abbott’s men, when we were able to make our way inside. I rushed up the stairs with the twins right behind me. When I burst through Sasha’s office door, my heart skidded to a stop at the scene in front of me.

  Abbott was lying on the floor bleeding; he’d been shot in the stomach. And Brennan had Sasha in his arms holding a gun to her head. The coward was standing behind her and using her body as a shield.

  “You’ve already fucked up, cousin. Just let Sasha go.” Flynn spoke in their native tongue. His tone broke no argument. And everyone knew if Flynn said anything, you better listen.

  “That motherfucker killed my brother. He killed Cara!” Brennan yelled in Gaelic from behind Sasha as he pointed to a groaning Patrick Abbott.

  “You think we don’t know that! We just couldn’t prove it yet. We were getting evidence!” I yelled, also speaking in Gaelic. I was unable to keep control of myself, but I wouldn’t totally lose my cool because I couldn’t take the chance on him hurting Sasha.

  “You stopped working on finding evidence as soon as you married her. You don’t give a shit about my brother or Cara.” Brennan sneered as he roughly pushed the gun into Sasha’s temple. I growled and stepped forward, but Darby held me back, and Flynn stepped in front of me.

  “Do you honestly think either my brother and I would be this close to Sawyer if he didn’t care about what happened to Cara? She was our only sister. He would never give up; why do you think
we’re here?” Darby questioned, moving closer to Brennan.

  The man seemed to be thinking about what the twins were telling him. His brows met in the middle; he was frowning so hard. He obviously hadn’t thought this plan of his all the way through. There was no way in hell I would ever let him live after this, maybe that was part of his plan to die some kind of martyr for his brother.

  “I wanted revenge for my brother. I thought it was Sawyer’s fault. He even said it was his fault.” Brennan shook his head in denial.

  “It was my fault because I was arrogant, not because I wanted them dead. I didn’t kill them.” I explained to the younger man switching back to English.

  My gaze finds Sasha, and her face is covered in tears. I know she doesn’t understand what’s happening because we weren’t speaking in English, but I can see the shadow of fear covering her beautiful face. My anger is palpable when I take in her anguish. Again my wife is in danger because of me, but this time I’ll be damned if she dies. No fucking way!

  “Let Sasha go, and we can talk about this. You know now that Abbott killed your brother. We can work this out.” Darby pleads with his cousin, and the man lets Sasha go. She runs into my arms, but I push her behind me.

  “Leave the office, Céile. Jason is downstairs,” I say, never letting my eyes leave Brennan. Without argument, I hear her heels clicking quickly out of the room.

  “I’m sorry. I just…” Brennan shook his head. If he hadn’t betrayed my trust, held my wife at gunpoint, and tried to ruin my life, I might have felt sorry for the kid. But there’s no room for emotions at a time like this.

  “Twins. Leave.”

  “No! This is family. He knew the price, and we will be here to make sure he pays it.” Darby answers in English.

  I nod and point my gun at Brennan’s head. He drops his weapon and looks me in my eye. He would’ve been an invaluable soldier if he just would’ve listened. I pulled the trigger without preamble. He crumpled to the floor with a loud thud. I felt nothing at the sight of Brennan’s dead eyes.

  As I turn to walk out, Patrick Abbott groans once more. “Shut the fuck up!” I shoot him in the head and continue out the door.

  I’m a monster. And nobody fucks with my wife!

  Chapter 21

  SASHA

  After the traumatic incident with Brennan, I took some time off from the gallery. We had to get it remodeled anyway with all the bullet holes everywhere. It was a warzone, and my poor gallery paid the price. However, there was no mention of it in the news anywhere. No tv, magazine, blog, or tabloid even caught wind of the shootout. It was amazing what being in a powerful family allotted you in life.

  And although I got away with not having to explain anything to the authorities, my parents were different. We managed to put off dinner for another night, but Rosie and Daryl were ready to whoop my grown ass for avoiding them, so I had to bite the bullet and introduce my parents to my gun toting gangster husband. Not that I told my parents any of those details about my new husband.

  Sawyer was able to use charm that I didn’t know he possessed to soothe my parent’s concerns. My father was more upset that I had gotten married than my mother was, which shocked the shit out of me. My mother was just happy I found a rich, handsome man to marry me, her words not mine, but my father was pissed that I brought home some strange white boy, again his words not mine.

  In the end, though, they warmed up to the idea that their only child was married. Well, after I promised my mother a big wedding that she could help plan and a grandchild within a year. Sawyer made that deal, and I’m not sure how he plans on getting me on board with that one, but if I know my Monster, I’m probably already pregnant.

  I smile at the thought of a little green-eyed monster with brown hair and a take charge attitude. It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. If I can handle my husband, I can surely handle his child. Well, at least I hope I can. My mother-in-law gives me the encouragement that I need. Anna is forever telling me how she managed to wrangle not only her four bullheaded sons but their equally bullheaded father.

  I have to say; Anna was surprisingly happy when Sawyer told her about our marriage. She confessed that she just wanted her oldest son to be happy, and she engulfed me in a warm motherly hug to welcome me to the family. Now I look out at the sea of people, and I’m happy to have such a large brood.

  “Céile, are you happy?” My husband comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist. He kisses my temple and sways us to the music that’s playing.

  “Yes, husband. I am ecstatic.” I smile up at him from over my shoulder, and he leans down and kisses my lips.

  This time our wedding ceremony was filled with all our loved ones. We said our vows in our spectacular garden, and now our reception in our back yard is in full swing. It sounds funny calling all these acres a “yard,” but that’s what it is.

  The large white tent is decorated with white fairy lights on the ceiling with a large chandelier hanging in the center. Each round table is covered with shimmery white linens with silver place settings. The white mix of carnations and roses with touches of lilacs serve as centerpieces for each table. The decorations were a compromise. My mother wanted glitz and glam, and I wanted shabby chic. So we went with plain white with a little shimmer.

  “I’m glad you’re happy, Céile. So can we leave now?” Sawyer asks with a boyish pout on his face. I laugh and shake my head at him.

  “We’ve only been here an hour. It’s our wedding at our house.”

  “We can come back. I just want a little taste while everyone is distracted.”

  “Okay. But you’re on a time limit. We still have to cut the cake.” I smile as I lead him away by the hand.

  We got as far as Sawyer’s study because we didn’t want to take the chance on Marla finding us in the house. She definitely wouldn’t let us sneak away from our own wedding reception to get in a quickie.

  I began removing the flower crown from my fluffy afro, but Sawyer stopped me.

  “Leave the crown on, Céile. I’m about to fuck my queen.” Sawyer gave me a slow once over. I could see the admiration on his face. It took quite a long time to find my dress. I wanted to make sure that it fit my personality and that Sawyer would find it sexy.

  My first wedding dress was a plain white shift dress that I loved, but I never thought it would be worn to say I do. I made sure that this dress was everything I wanted and more. The pure white flowy sleeves draped off my shoulders and flared out, displaying the intricate flower details. The back dipped low and flared out at the waist giving the dress a fairy princess look that I loved. I looked as if I were floating on a cloud with each step that I took, and I loved it.

  Sawyer slowly slid off one sleeve then he kissed my exposed shoulder. He repeated the motion on the other side before pulling the front of my dress down, completely exposing my naked breasts.

  He dipped his head and began to suck on my right puckered nipple as his large fingers began to roll my left one. I threw my head back in ecstasy, completely enraptured by my husband’s skills.

  I couldn’t help the moan he ripped from the pits of my stomach when he bit my nipple and tugged.

  “Shhh. Wife. Marla will come and find us if you keep making so much noise.” Sawyer’s dark chuckle made me want to slap him.

  If he weren’t handling my body like the evil genius that he is, I wouldn’t be so damn loud. It’s his fault that he knows my body better than I do.

  “We need to make this quick, babe. If Marla finds us before I cum, you’re going to spend our honeymoon begging to get in this pussy.” I purred in his ear.

  Sawyer growled, and before I knew it, my dress and panties were pooled around my feet, and I was bent over his large desk. Damn, I love this man!

  ***

  SAWYER

  Sasha’s gloriously naked body was splayed across my desk; my eyes were eating up every dip and curve of this miraculous being in front of me. My wife will always be my second chance at hap
piness. Her beautiful light shines from the inside out, and I can’t get enough of her.

  “Sawyer, please.” Sasha’s voice is raspy and dripping with need. I love the sound.

  “Please, what? Do you want this big cock?” I could hear the urgency in my own voice, but I couldn’t help but tease her. My easy going wife loves a good teasing.

  “Please put it in…” She begs again, wiggling her delectable ass at me. I bite my lip, trying to hold back the groan that wants to bubble up from the depths of my soul. I know we need to hurry this along, but I just can’t.

  I can’t rush making love to my wife no matter who’s looking for us. Let them look. I spent enough money for them to be thoroughly entertained anyway. Our guests should be eating, drinking, and dancing the night away while I bury myself deep inside my wife.

  “Tell me what you want, Céile.” I bend over her back to rub the tip of my dick against her warm pussy.

  Sasha is dripping with need and damn near hot to the touch. I can’t wait to be balls deep. It will be a miracle if we don’t make a baby tonight. Hell, I’m surprised that she’s not pregnant already. I can’t keep my hands off my sweet wife, and I’ve never used protection with her. She was on birth control shot, but I’m hoping it’s worn off by now since she hasn’t gotten one in three months.

  “I want you to fuck me, Sawyer.” Sasha seductively purrs as she licks her plump lips and runs her hand down her ass, giving it a squeeze. She definitely knows what to do and say to get me to fuck the shit out of her. So much for making love.

  I take her by the hips roughly and slide into the warmest place on Earth. We groan in unison as I let her tightness wrap around my pulsating dick. She’s gripping me so hard that I don’t want to move. But when Sasha leans forward, then slides back down slowly, my resolve breaks, and I begin to fuck her like a mad man.