The Mistress's Misfits [The Men of Treasure Cove 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Rebecca Joyce

  “He’s tied up,” she whispered.

  “Tied up?” Braxton asked confused. “What do you mean, he’s tied up?”

  “I mean, he’s tied up. You know, like handcuffed to the bed, with ropes and a ball gag in his mouth.”

  “Then who’s with Joc?”

  “He’s visiting…” she said, looking toward the door.

  “Charlotte,” Braxton growled, as a tight knot started forming in his stomach. He didn’t have time for this shit. He had a fugitive to apprehend.

  “Well, Miz Raven and Ms. Sophie came over. They asked if Joc could go with them to a cosmic festival do-hickey. I wanted to go too, but since I was busy tying Jordan up, they helped me finish so I could come see you. Then Davis and Jacks came over with their two boys, and Miz Raven and Ms. Sophie said that after they picked up Ms. Anne and Molly, they were heading to Celestial for some kind of celebration.”

  “You gave our son to two crazy women! One of which is a fugitive?” Braxton shouted loudly, making everyone jump.

  “They’re not crazy! They are Joc’s grandmothers, and they love him. You, mister, need to check yourself before you go flying off the deep end. Besides, we planned this day in advance. Everyone knew that when Landon arrived it was…” Charlotte shouted then immediately clamped her hands over her mouth.

  The room fell eerily quiet as Braxton stalked his wife. “Everyone knew what, Charlotte?”

  “Um,” Charlotte squeaked, looking around for a place to escape, but Braxton had her right where he wanted her.

  This whole thing was a charade, and his wife was in on it!

  He knew damn well that Raven and Sophie would never hurt his son, but to include an infant and children in whatever masquerade they had concocted was too much. When he got his hands on those women, and he would eventually, they were going to be spending time in his jail cell, right along with his wife.

  Grabbing her before she could bolt, Braxton quickly threw her over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry, stalking to the nearest jail cell. After throwing her on the cot, he grabbed his handcuffs and cuffed her hands to the cell itself. Then before saying another word, he slammed the jail cell door shut and locked it.

  “You can’t leave me in here Braxton. I’m your wife!”

  “Watch me!”

  “When I get out of here, I’m gonna kick your ass!”

  “When I let you out, I’m gonna whip your ass!” Braxton roared, grabbing his gun and hat, heading for the door. “Let’s go!”

  * * * *

  The moment the last vehicle peeled out of Treasure Cove, Rafe Anderson picked up his cell phone and made the call. Waiting for the other person to pick up, he leaned back against his seat and stretched, knowing that with the sheriff gone, he was going to get a nice long nap. He had done his part. The second Charlotte arrived at the station and started yelling at her husband, he did what he was told to and fled. He knew that nobody would suspect a damn thing, because in all reality, he was a little scared of the sheriff’s wife. All he had to do now was pass along a simple message and then let the hell kitten of Treasure Cove free.

  “Hello.”

  “Sherlock Holmes is on the case,” he simply said.

  “What?”

  Grumbling, he said again, “Sherlock Holmes is on the case.”

  “Huh?”

  “God damn it, Apollo, Braxton’s on the move and he’s bringing the feds. They are headed your way!”

  “Well, why didn’t you just say so!” Apollo shouted back.

  “I did!”

  “No, you said Sherlock Holmes is…Oh…I get it now.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Apollo Humperdinck had just finished sending a text to Jack when the doors to the Rainbow Room opened up and in walked the banes of his existence. Like three Norse gods, there they stood, all tall, muscular, and regrettably more handsome than him. Add in the fact that they tortured him since birth, and, well, Apollo really couldn’t say he was happy to see them.

  “Go away. The club is closed,” he said, turning away from them and praying to every deity he knew to grant him this one wish.

  “Now is that anyway to speak to us, little brother?” the first one said.

  “Go away, Zeus. I’m busy,” Apollo said, grinding his teeth. Zeus was the oldest, and he never let him forget it.

  “Well how’d you like that? Little Apple is busy,” the second one asked.

  “Not now, Hades. I mean it.” Apollo cringed when his brother called him that. Hades’s name served him well over the years, and his mean streak knew no bounds.

  “Then when, Apollo?” the third asked.

  “Poseidon, please leave me alone. Take them and go.” Apollo sighed, knowing that all the begging in the world wasn’t going to make them leave. They were here for a reason, and until he figured out what they wanted, all three of his brothers would make it their life’s mission to aggravate and torture him until they got what they wanted. Being the youngest brother wasn’t easy, and his buffer was still away at college at Harvard. God, he would give anything to have his twin sister Aphrodite here with him. She was the only one who could put these three hulking behemoths in their place, but without her here, he was left alone to fend for himself. Bracing himself, he turned towards them and prayed that his face showed no fear.

  His brothers casually walked into his club, each finding a seat that somehow placed him in the middle of what felt like an inquisition. That was what they were good at, and they excelled at intimidation. That was probably what made them so good as United States Marines, but what did he know?

  “What do you guys want? It would be easier to just tell me instead of making me figure it out.”

  “Why are you dressed like the Joker from Batman?” Hades asked.

  “Because I am playing a part.”

  “What kind of part?” Zeus asked.

  “An important part,” Apollo reiterated quickly. “I have to be somewhere soon. So can we move this along, please?”

  “Sure, right after you tell us what’s going on?” Zeus stated firmly. “I must admit, Apollo, we’ve seen you dressed in quite a bit less, but this is new. You’re actually covered from head to toe. Have you gone and found religion or something?”

  “No.” Apollo growled. “I told you, I’m playing a part!” Just then, Chastity Odell walked out of the stockroom wearing a very tight-fitting Wonder Woman costume, her dark hair flowing all around her as she tugged and pulled against the tight corset that barely held in her voluminous breasts.

  “Apollo, this isn’t going to work. I can barely keep my babies in this thing. Seriously, does it have to be this small?”

  The moment she stood beside him, Apollo groaned when all three of his brothers stood at attention, each staring at the lovely woman beside him. Rolling his eyes, Apollo turned to Chastity. “You look fine. That’s how the costume fits.”

  “But my babies keep falling out. See!” she griped, not bothering to look up at him before she bent over, and like she said, her ample breasts plopped out of the costume. Apollo heard swift intakes of air, and one of his brothers actually groaned. This was not good.

  “Uh, Chastity, you might want to put those babies away. We have company,” he advised. Chastity swiftly righted herself, forgetting that her breasts were free of their bindings. Apollo quickly looked at the ceiling and wondered how he was going to get out of this mess in time to play his part.

  * * * *

  Jack heard the chirping of his phone and reluctantly rolled over and flipped his cell open.

  It was time.

  The popo were on the hunt.

  Sitting up, he stretched and yawned, his body desperately needing a few more hours of rest. Of course, he knew Braxton and Landon wouldn’t wait long enough to give him that pleasure, so after sleepily walking to the bathroom, he used the facilities, and headed back into the room to wake his accomplices.

  Conner lay sleeping at the foot of the bed, his arms wrapped around Katarina’s legs and his he
ad perilously close to her promised land.

  Greedy fucker.

  Brannon lay next to her, cocooned around her as if he were trying to climb under her skin. Jack couldn’t blame his brother. Katarina was one fine woman, and in the short time they had been in her presence, she came to represent everything they wanted in a woman and more. She was made for them, and if everything went as planned today, she was going to be forever theirs. First, he had to wake them up.

  “It’s party time, boys.”

  Three bodies grumbled and moaned as Jack headed over to the large duffel bag and started pulling out clothes. When he turned, three sets of eyes were upon him. Grinning, he simply asked, “So who wants to be the blonde?”

  * * * *

  Downstairs, Moon Goddess looked in the mirror and smiled. She loved dressing up in costumes. There was just something mysterious and exhilarating about hiding one’s self away behind a mask and pretending to be someone or something different. Running her hands down her fluffy costume, she made sure everything looked perfect down to the five-inch stiletto heels she wore. Today was going to be fun, but most importantly, today was about helping a friend in need.

  Sophie Kincaid may be resident of Treasure Cove, but her soul belonged to Celestial, and the quirky residents of Celestial took care of their own, their way. When the Kincaid brothers sent out the distress signal, everyone jumped in to help. It wasn’t the first time such a thing happened, and Moon Goddess knew it wouldn’t be the last. Today was about fun, and if all went according to the plan, and if her early morning Tarot reading was correct, the universe was aligned and the stars were in their favor. Today was going to be spectacular.

  Exiting her suite, she sashayed down the hall toward the reception area. Smiling at the sight before her, she couldn’t help herself. She laughed.

  “Oh my heavens!” Cricket gasped. “Moon, you look divine.”

  “Thank you, and you, my dear Cricket, look good enough to eat,” Moon replied, admiring the ingenuity of the young woman. Cricket Zazzle-Leaf stood before her and twirled, letting Moon take in her ensemble. Cricket wore what Moon could only surmise was a jelly-bean bikini. The colorful and distinctively placed jelly beans barely covered the young woman’s attributes, but what set off her costume was the glittery spray paint that covered her body, and from the smell of it, it was eatable. Leaning over, Moon took a whiff and grinned. “Raspberry?”

  “Black cherry,” Cricket replied. “Everything is set and everyone is in place.”

  “Good,” Moon said, walking over to the reception desk. “I got the call from Apollo, and he said the pigs are loose. So, we have about two hours before the universe opens up and Kronos lets loose his minions.”

  “I’ll put out the word.” Cricket nodded and hurried off.

  Moon looked over the register, making sure that the hotel didn’t have any arriving guest, and when she was satisfied, she closed the book and tucked it away in the drawer. She was neatening up when the hotel doors blew open and in walked Little Bo Peep and one of her sheep, soon followed by the Three Stooges and The Three Caballeros.

  “Well, don’t y’all just look just fantastic!” she exclaimed, walking around the desk to great them.

  “What the hell!” Little Bo Peep cried loudly. “Why does Moon get to wear that and I have to wear this getup?”

  “Angel, you can shoot a gun. Moon can’t,” the sheep replied.

  “But she looks hot!”

  “And so do you.”

  Moon greeted Little Bo Peep first. “Thank you so much for doing this, Kelly, and you, too, Daniel. Where’s Molly?”

  “She’s with Mother Goose putting on her costume,” Kelly replied.

  “Good.” Moon smiled, and then turned toward the Three Stooges. “I must admit, those costumes fit you boys to a tee. Maybe you three missed your calling?”

  The McDaniel Brothers grinned, acting the part of Larry, Moe, and Curly perfectly, much to the annoyance of the Three Caballeros, played by the Quinn brothers, Travis, Tucker, and Tate. “I swear to God, if you three start making that god-awful racket one more time, I will shoot you myself and free Lilly of a lifetime of pain and suffering.”

  “Oh, Travis, they’re just getting into their parts.” Moon sighed.

  “They’re acting like idiots,” Tucker mumbled.

  “That’s why they are Three Stooges. No one else could have pulled it off but them,” a familiar voice said, walking up behind them. Moon and everyone turned and gasped. Moon Goddess quickly covered her mouth, trying very hard not to laugh. Walking her way in perfect synchronization were Charlie’s Angels and their handler Bosley.

  The Three Stooges immediately doubled over, holding their stomachs as they laughed heartily, while the Three Caballeros tried unsuccessfully to contain their glee. Even Little Bo Peep and her lost sheep couldn’t contain themselves. Out of all the participants in today’s folly, only the Kincaid brothers would choose to wear women’s clothing, while making a woman dress as a man. Nevertheless, Moon had to give them kudos. The Kincaid brothers sure did get into character. She really enjoyed the fact that they shaved their legs.

  Coughing, Moon Goddess cleared her throat and said, “I must say, Conner, I have never seen a better looking Farrah Fawcett, and you, Brannon, you look mighty nice as Jaclyn Smith, but Jack, I don’t remember Kate Jackson having a goatee.”

  “I ain’t shaving my tee.” Jack groaned.

  * * * *

  On the other side of town, Miz Raven, Ms. Sophie, and Ms. Anne took their time making sure that Tabitha, Molly, and the McDaniel twins were dressed perfectly, even down to the whiskers they wore on their cute little faces. Even little Joc looked adorable sleeping in his little outfit.

  “Miz Raven?” Molly said.

  “Yes, little kitten.”

  “Are we really gonna get to play hide and go seek with you?”

  “Oh yes. And when the cow jumps over moon, you will hear a dog laugh, and watch as the dish runs away with the spoon.”

  “Wow!”

  * * * *

  Meanwhile…over at the Rainbow Room, Apollo was trying desperately to plead with his brothers to let him go. He should have known that when Chastity bared her bountiful breasts, all brain matter would immediately seep south, and like all the times before, his brothers were thinking with their dicks instead of their heads. Normally he wouldn’t have cared and thrown Chastity at them, but he needed her to help him set up the phase. Without her, he was screwed, and that meant he would have to face Moon Goddess and Miz Raven, and that was something he refused to do.

  “Come on, guys. Let me go!” he pleaded, trying to break loose of the ropes that bound him to one of the club’s chairs.

  “Shut it, Joker. We’re gettin’ to know Wonder Woman,” Zeus quipped, never turning to look at him.

  “Come on, guys. This really isn’t the time. We have a ruse to complete, and I have a major part,” Apollo shouted as he tried to break his binds.

  “Shut it, pretty boy. We’re makin’ the introductions over here,” Hades yelled back, leaning closer to Chastity, who, by the look of her, seemed to be enjoying the attention of his three older brothers. Apollo wondered what Chastity would think if he told her that his three brothers liked fluffy shiny things that tickled and tended to gravitate toward all things pink? Hell, just looking at his brother Poseidon, Apollo knew the overgrown oaf was dazzled by the sparkly gems she had attached to her nipples.

  “What the hell is going on!” a stern female voice shouted, making everyone jump. Apollo groaned and once again found himself looking at the ceiling of his club, only this time he wondered what it would take to bring it down upon him.

  “Fairytale!” Hades shouted and picked up the petite woman dressed in a very revealing and sex-as-hell Hello Kitty costume. Apollo found himself actually growling as Hades held her a little longer than he should have. However, when Zeus and Poseidon crowded around her, Apollo had had enough and roared, “Get the fuck away from Fairy before I break yo
ur faces.”

  His brothers slowly turned and stalked toward him.

  Oh, shit!

  Chapter Twelve

  Braxton drove in silence, stewing as he sped down the county road that would take him to Celestial. He knew that the Kincaid brothers were going to make his life a living hell today. He expected that. What he didn’t expect was for the three of them to recruit his wife and newborn son. That in itself went beyond the parameters of right and wrong. And when he got his hands on them, he was going to kick their asses.

  However, for right now, he knew that his wife was safe, and if she knew what was best, she would stay in that jail cell until he returned. As it was, he was so furious, and all he could think about was strangling three men and throwing their asses in jail.

  “Braxton, you might want to slow down,” Landon said, sitting beside him.

  “They have my son.”

  “You know that no one will harm a hair on his head.”

  “They are using him, for what I have no idea.”

  “How bad can it be? They are three grown men. What kind of trouble can they cause?”

  Braxton had learned many things living in Treasure Cove. Winters were a bitch and to enjoy the summer while it lasted. That when Macie started cursing, it was time to run for cover, and when the McDaniel brothers threw a party, that it was going to be a sleepless night. However, through everything, the main thing he learned was that when the Kincaid brothers got together, no one was safe. Those three men had caused so much trouble growing up, he was surprised each and every one of them weren’t behind bars doing fifteen to life.

  So, to listen to his good friend sit there and say “how bad can it be,” well, Braxton knew just how bad, and then some. There was really no way to explain the Kincaid brothers. They were beings unto themselves, and they never listened to anyone, except for their mother, and that was the crux of this situation. Their mother was in trouble, and Braxton steeled himself for whatever misadventure the Kincaid brothers had planned. Because whatever it was, he knew that whatever he thought wasn’t even close.