Take All Of Me: A Brother’s Best Friend, Sibling Rivalry Romantic Suspense Novel (The Takers Series Book 1)

by Sienna Evans

She nodded. Her arms bent upwards as she gathered up the front of a two-tone black hoodie to swipe at her eyes. Yet as she did this all in slow motion, I got to see just a slither of her stomach. The center of three dark spots, like burn marks, caught my eyes.

  “What’s that?” I asked apprehensively.

  She returned a blank stare.

  I motioned at my stomach, and then pointed to hers. Holding my breath as she raised the clothes, I wasn’t prepared for the long, dark pink scars running all over her skin. I grew nauseous and might’ve fainted if this information was what I’d needed all along.

  “And Greyson, he was a part of this?”

  “Brendan was and... And his brother had to have allowed it.” There were hidden truths in her words.

  “Greyson did this to you or any of the other girls?”

  “They are the same,” she cried out, shaking profusely. “I saw them together.”

  “When this was being done?”

  “Well...umm... No. But they were together.”

  That was all the confirmation I needed. Annika made assumptions she had no right to. I understood she was part of a horrible situation, but there was no proof against Greyson. I felt within my soul that this wasn’t...couldn’t be him. And those pictures meant nothing, right? Nothing. “How long ago did you get away from them?”

  “Close to four months...”

  My heart raced. I wrapped my fingers around my throat and thought of one person, “Quinn.”

  “Quinn? You mean...” She stopped abruptly and cupped her hands to her face. “You knew Quinn; the one who turned up dead?”

  I hated the word. And to hear her talk about my cousin like that, like she was an object. Quinn was loved. She was life. She wasn’t just somebody. “She was my cousin, Annika.” I spoke slowly, made every attempt to pace the words because crying was nowhere on the agenda for today.

  “I’m so sorry, Celeste. She tried to look out for everyone, even when we were all prisoners.”

  “That is my cousin.” It was on the tip of my tongue to ask how she got away but not Quinn. I felt bad for thinking it, but how could I ignore the obvious? “She was my cousin and it’s not fair.”

  “Fair? None of this is fair. You’re saying that because she was your cousin she should’ve survived? We’re all somebody’s cousin, sister or child. I want to get back to my family but can’t. The men that tricked me into that life know my parents. If I go back home, I’ll end up bringing hell down on them. So, I survived for no reason.”

  “How did you...survive?”

  “You mean, how did I get away?”

  I nodded.

  “Quinn sacrificed her life for mine. Consider this as payback,” she whispered through gritted teeth.

  Greyson

  The best decision I could’ve made was not driving. After we’d wrapped up a visit to a stunning house on the outskirts of Queens, with bedrooms flooded with doped up young girls, I was ready to turn in my resignation and kill every one of the them working for the organization. No one might’ve suspected that behind the doors of the thick, brick walls were a den of sin, and my devil for a brother was all in.

  When my Lyft driver let me out at the entrance to my condo, I sat at the edge of the sidewalk. My elbows pressed on my thighs, just above my knees, the night flashed in front of me. It was the hardest thing to wrap my mind around the steps Brendan had taken into the underground world of trafficking and prostitution. But this wasn’t just a local thing. They had interests nationally and internationally. Moreover, some of the men heading the special NYPD Vice Squad to crack down on this were a part of the Russian ring, and that’s why it has been so well protected.

  Because of my assumed connections, Brendan thought it was a great idea to bring me into the loop. Who the thought forcing anyone to perform sexual acts was okay?

  “Greyson...”

  I spun around to see Celeste approaching me with crossed arms. Her eyes were red and dry streaks ran all the way down her cheeks. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

  She only shook her head and kept her lips pulled tightly. Celeste wasn’t ever speechless. It wasn’t in her to not be able to express herself, but that’s exactly what she was doing now. Vicious cries slipped from her lips. As much as I felt conflicted over my night, Celeste’s pain overshadowed everything else.

  While she stood at the center of a sidewalk, I leapt up. Taking long strides, I reached for Celeste’s side. She cowered away from me.

  “Talk to me. Cry on me. But don’t shut down.”

  “Where did you go tonight?” she asked as her lips trembled.

  “I’m not pulling you into my issues, baby.”

  “You were with Brendan?”

  “Why would you ask that?”

  “He’s stalking us. He’s everywhere.”

  “No he’s not. Wait, was he here, Celeste?

  “Were you with him?”

  “Leave it alone, CeCe.”

  “Don’t call me that.” Her words were sharp. “Your brother is pure evil. He...he...”

  “He what?”

  “Nothing. I want to go home,” she pouted.

  “Not happening,” I mumbled.

  She slapped my hands off. “I’ll be in your car.” Her fingers trailed towards the vehicle, parked next to a white Infinity. I let her walk away.

  She’s the only woman I might’ve always wanted or loved. And especially now, our fates were sealed and we had history. There was no way I’d move on. Furthermore, this conversation was for nothing. I toyed with the idea of opening up about this whole twisted life. Being as I lived on the edge and walked a tightrope, I didn’t want her to get sucked in.

  Celeste

  Greyson dropped to his knees at the passenger side door. I’d just prepared to swing it shut. He didn’t initially say anything, but his actions spoke volumes. My values and beliefs shouted to let go of this patched up dream, but was I supposed to convince my emotions to not love a man comfortable in a life I could never support.

  “CeCe, you expect me to take you home and forget about us?”

  As unrealistic as it might’ve sounded, I whispered softly, “Yes.” My insides shook. I was a liar, even as my body reacted to him. I wanted to scream for him to fix things... Make it right. “I’m not doing this with you. I-I don’t know who you are.” I glanced aside to keep from giving in, and then added, “Leave me alone, for good!”

  “No, it’s not going to happen. What I’m doing is a means to an end.”

  “Sex trafficking, Greyson? A means to an end, how? Please, explain it to me.” Annika hadn’t given me much more. She claimed she had to leave right after the revelation about Quinn. She promised to find me but now that the gates were opened, I refused to sit still and do nothing.

  “Just give me time to clear up some things and I’ll personally bury Quinn’s killers. But you can’t be brought into this now and you have to know...”

  My mind raced. He was out for Quinn’s killers? He was worried about me getting brought into something I was preparing to be knee deep in. I considered telling him about Mr. Jacobs but if we were holding back, why should I be up front. “What should I know?”

  “I’m never letting you go.” He clasped his hands around mine.

  I fought him hard, in my mind that is. I tried to reject the emotions keeping me tied to him. But I must’ve been beaten into submission when he’d first made love to me because the stubborn Celeste Morgan was nowhere to be found.

  And shamefully, I followed where he led. My breath sped up as he led me away from the parking lot and up to the top level of a plush condo. I barely had time to take in the view, before he started undressing me.

  “I love you, Celeste.” Greyson’s teeth nibbled along my skin and all I could do was stand there. Completely naked and only briefly able to assess the things I’d just dropped onto a tiled, speckled gray floor. My dress was perhaps the brightest thing in the entire place. The lights were still off, so the only way to move around was to trust
in him.

  Could I trust him with my heart and my life? While the question swirled in my mind, he picked me up from the cold floor. His palms passed over me - squeezing and tugging, like I was a piece of meat.

  “Beast,” slipped out. I made fists, getting ready to fight if necessary. As much as I wanted this, I had to fight. Didn’t I?

  “Cut it out!” he barked.

  I made up my mind to withstand his effects, until he laid me on a large bed. I didn’t have time to protest again because his head quickly searched the area in between my thigh.

  “You. Don’t. Play. Fair.” My accusation was labored, though I tugged on his ears and pushed him further in for my nourishment. His jaws were strong as he used skill to command a release. I wiggled as a reminder of why I should be mad at him crept in, but it was too late. The damage has already been done.

  —

  It was raining heavily when I woke up the next morning in a bed so big it just about took up an entire wall. Blue-gray curtains were barely pulled, exposing droplets of moisture along the glass. I wasn’t ready to start the day.

  Never one to be shy, I tiptoed away from the bed in search of Greyson. Other than the bed, an armoire and dresser, which all looked brand new; the bedroom didn’t appear to have been used much. Out in a wide-open living room, a single, huge gray sofa faced what might’ve been an eighty plus inch flat screen. A bookcase lined an entire wall, while a simple, platinum shaded dining room set sat on top of a blue-gray rug. I didn’t know if I should’ve gotten dressed, but I couldn’t help but feel right at home.

  Once I retrieved my cellphone from my pile of clothes now laid out on the sofa, I smiled to see a message from Greyson: brb.

  Swiping through, I checked a series of messages one of which was from the DA’s office. Nothing more than call them at nine in the morning. Since it was Sunday and I was only an intern, I tensed up. My career seemed to be breaking apart right in front of me. There was no possible way in hell this didn’t have something to do with Mr. Jacobs. I had twenty minutes before I needed to call in, so I rushed to the shower.

  Greyson

  I picked up breakfast from Court Square Diner on 23rd after I checked in with the Feds. They constantly argued about using special wiring in order to tape conversations, but that was a deal breaker. I had no intentions of setting myself up that way. The trackers and mics I planted whenever possible were sufficient.

  The government had a way of pulling people in and then backing away when they started drowning. If it ever came to that, who was I kidding?

  Just when I’d decided to buy real estate in New York, they decided it was time to go after the corrupt framework in NYC. Brendan had his hands in every thing. It was burning me up inside to ask if he ever thought things would blow up in his face. But he rolled like he was invincible. I’ve been around too many guys that believed their luck would never run out. Karma always came back seeking revenge for the destruction left behind.

  Brother or not, Brendan’s fate was as good as sealed. And as much as I hated to help bring him down, it had to be me. When I’d first learned of this assignment, I didn’t care to be a part of it. But the more his name kept popping up with filthy characters and especially with the onslaught of trafficking going on, I couldn’t deny it any longer.

  After seeing him power trip at the house with the girls, I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d had anything to do with Quinn’s abduction. Couldn’t convince myself otherwise. How could I ignore that? These crooks were aligned with him. How could he not have known, since she was taken from this territory? And as much as I hated to admit it, CeCe’s research was perfect in locating her cousin’s abductors.

  Celeste met me at the door. Or rather, I think I surprised her on the phone. Her eyes were wide as she trembled.

  “What’s wrong, CeCe?” I whispered.

  “Work,” she mouthed, and shook her head and put up two fingers before advising the person on the other line that she had to go. Only then did I realize she was wearing one of my plain white tee shirts. I slapped her ass. It was bare. For a second I considered setting aside some of the best diner food, some people say, over the past 46 years.

  “You’re going to make me attack you every time I see you.”

  She cleared her throat. I didn’t lose sight of the way her pupils widened, and she blinked several times before responding with, “And the problem is?”

  I carried the bag with one hand and her in my other. When we got into the kitchen, I sat her on the island, which was surrounded by four pub style chairs. Pushing the plastic bag of food off to the side, it didn’t take much coaxing to get her legs open. She smirked as my head dipped underneath the tee shirt.

  Her moans gave me life. The way she grabbed at my ears made me crazier than I’d ever felt in the past. Not to mention, the way her hips swept around in my face, I couldn’t ever imagine being without every ounce of CeCe. I’d barely started eating her out before she released her juices. I started up again, but suddenly heard her calling out my name.

  “What about you?” she asked groggily.

  “I have a lifetime to enjoy you, baby.” Her eyes rolled back into her heard as I returned to the task at hand.

  Celeste had the smoothest skin with the sweetest taste and the most delicate scent. I loved to devour her. After she’d cum again, I lifted her down. Wanting more than anything to be inside of her tight pussy, I tossed off my pants and tee shirt while she removed her single clothing.

  She jumped up on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. She wrapped her fingers all over my face to pull me into a sloppy yet satisfying kiss which we traded with laughter. Whenever she pulled away to gaze into my eyes before attacking me again, I couldn’t help but get further captivated by the rich melanin melting into my arms.

  “God, I love you,” I mumbled into her mouth.

  “Love isn’t a strong enough word for me.”

  “Adore?” I asked.

  “Nah,” she teased.

  “Worship...exalt?”

  “Umm, you’re teasing. All I mean is that I’ve secretly loved you for so long and now that we’re finally together, I more than love you, Greyson.”

  “Okay, I get it. So, I more than love you too.” This was something you would never come across on a fly, with any old chick. Few people knew how to love in such a way that it encompassed all that we were. For me and Celeste, this thing had been cultivated over time, without us ever acknowledging it. It was there, slowly building and strengthening until we walked into our destinies.

  My hands ran over every inch of her skin, learning the sensations and effects she enjoyed the most. On the way to a nearby wall, my erection sought her out. I think we both moaned when I entered her. She gripped me like a glove and eagerly rode my cock with little assistance.

  “Ahhh...” I called out. Her muscles were contracting tighter by the second.

  “I. Know. Right.”

  “All in?” I teased.

  “Greyson...” she slowed down briefly and squeezed her thighs enough to be able to slip up closer into my face. “You’re only now realizing it?”

  Celeste slammed back down onto me. I pulled her further onto me as I plowed deeper. She gripped my full length. Never once did she slip or lose a beat. Her sex was like a well-choreographed dance, in which she tried to control the narrative from start to finish. Sure, it was incredible to have a woman who knew how to own you physically, but what man didn’t enjoy taking the lead?

  With Celeste, I enjoyed her efforts in owning me. Though when I was ready to take charge, I didn’t hold back in flipping her around and making her aware of my place in this relationship as she rotated between begging for mercy and crying out my name through her luscious lips. My cock slipped into her juicy haven, from behind as I dipped lowed to secure proper positioning. She, in turn, bent forward to touch the ground.

  “Fuuuck,” CeCe cried as fingers massaged her clit, while I simultaneously fed her my erection and gripped on her silky limbs.


  “Yeah,” I said, seconds away from pouring into her. She sensed this too and in a spur of the moment flex out of my grip, she fell to her knees and turned up to face me.

  Not only was Celeste proving by the second that she was everything I’d ever want in a woman, she was making herself a need...the most valuable commodity in my quest for survival. So, when her hands forcefully captured my shaft and her lips locked around my pulsating erection, she forced me to be free of every negative thing to ever weigh me down. Celeste’s love gave life.

  Celeste

  Greyson went to my place and collected some personal items. He’d figured that my family would be on me, considering my parents pretty much supported me through law school too. Once I completed the bar and got licensed, I’d be on my own. That should have been months away, though I wasn’t sure of how recent events would affect their dedication to getting me through, what they’d always called, the hardest time in my life.

  My parents, Justin and Melinda Morgan, were self-made millionaires. Together, they’d created a construction company with Greyson and Brendan’s uncle. Their story was super impressive because they were the only non-whites to make it big in the area. But make no mistake, their success only meant their children were pushed harder. So, in them supporting me through the years, I was never given the opportunity to be a slacker. And now, I could only imagine what might’ve been brewing.

  I brushed my palms at my thighs, straightening out the pencil thin, gray skirt I’d paired with a long sleeved, white cotton button down. Floating around in gray and white, Balenciaga Knife Pumps, courtesy of Quinn’s parents, I prepared to enter the DA’s office. My fingers slipped on the handle, but he opened from the other end.

  “I’d like to offer my condolences for your loss. I know you spoke with Marsha yesterday, and she said you seemed to be holding up well, but loss is loss.”

  “I appreciate your kindness, DA Rathburn.” I advanced further into his office and accepted his handshake. “Thank you for giving me time to...” The word mourn clung in my throat.