My Billionaire Boss

by Gold, Bella

  “I'm not a pansy. Just because I don't like the pride bullshit, the killing, the violence, the crime – that doesn't make me a fucking pansy. It makes me human, like you once were too.”

  “You're no human,” Deacon said, walking toward us but stopping to look at a photo that hung on the wall. It was a picture of Micah and me, taken at a Sears Portrait Gallery. Deacon laughed, shaking his head in disgust. “You just like to pretend to be human. But you have the Walker blood in ya, man. You proved it to me the last time we fought. Took a chunk out of my face here.”

  “And I'll do it again,” Micah said, finally letting me go, but holding onto my hand. “Leave so I don't have to hurt you again.”

  “Oh, I'll leave all right,” he said, closing his eyes. I could feel my feet moving even before I even knew what was going on. The scar on my neck, from where he'd marked me years ago, began to burn, searing my flesh and commanding me to go to him. He was calling me. “After I take what's rightfully mine, that is. My woman. My child. And my soon to be, Lioness.”

  “No,” I muttered, looking back at Micah as he held onto my hand, trying to grab me and stop me from walking.

  His mark was also burning on the other side of my neck. I stopped moving, feeling the push and pull between the two men. It was like I was literally being pulled apart, torn into two halves. The left side wanted to go to Deacon, the right to Micah, and my heart was stuck between the two.

  “No, Deacon. Please. Leave me be.”

  “You want me still, Lucy. Face it. You want me.”

  I couldn't outright lie. Not when he had control over me like this. He could tell when I was lying, he could force me to tell the truth. And to do so in front of Micah, the man I loved – it would destroy him. I couldn't do this.

  “I don't know what I want right now, Deacon. I'm being torn apart her,” I said, crying out as my body burned, tugging me in two different directions. “It hurts. It hurts so badly.”

  I fell to my knees, covering my face and reached for the marks on my flesh, literally trying to scratch them from my skin just to regain some sort of sanity.

  “You want me or I wouldn't have this effect on you, let's face it,” Deacon said.

  “She's not going to you, is she, asshole? But you're hurting her anyway,” Micah said, dropping to his knees beside me, rubbing my neck and for the first time, coming across the other mark. The one his brother gave me years ago. His eyes grew dark for a moment and I thought I lost my Micah as the realization hit him hard.

  “I'm sorry,” I whispered to him between cries. “I was young and stupid and thought I loved him. But I don't, Micah. I love you.”

  Deacon was walking toward us, but stopped as I said those words to his brother.

  “I love you too, Lucy,” Micah said, stroking my hair back and kissing my forehead.

  “Isn't this fucking sweet,” Deacon said. “So you let him claim you too, huh? What did you think would happen when we got together? Thought it would be a peachy family reunion? Nah, Lucy. I don't give up what's mine, not that easily.”

  “Even if it means tearing her apart, Deacon?” Micah said, staring up at his brother. “Because that's what you're doing to her. Now, I didn't know about your mark on her, or else I might have reconsidered, knowing what could become of her. But it's clear she doesn't want to go with you. Leave her be and stop hurting her. Haven't you hurt her enough?”

  “She likes it rough though, don't you Lucy?” Deacon said, kneeling down beside me.

  With on finger, he lifted my head up and forced me to stare into his eyes. I was transported to another time, a time when I'd loved the drama and the trouble Deacon brought into my life. It was exciting. The sex was fantastic and rough and he was everything I'd always wanted in life.

  Or so I'd thought.

  “I do,” I said, the words coming out before I could stop them. “But I love what I have with Micah even more.”

  “But he can't give you what I can. Can he baby?” Deacon asked, stroking my chin.

  I let out a soft whimper as I remembered Deacon bending me over tables, recalled him pulling my hair and fucking me rough and hard. And all the while, I'd enjoyed every moment of it. Yes, I loved it. No, Micah couldn't give me that. But some things were worth more than a few minutes – or even hours – of raw, hardcore sex.

  Deacon pressed his lips to me, holding my face in his rough, calloused hand, pushing his tongue into my mouth. His breath was rank with whisky. He was plastered and I couldn't pull away. Blame the marks on my body, blame my desire to fuck him again, blame me for being a horrible person – whatever is was, I couldn't pull away from him. I couldn't stop the kiss from happening, and even worse, I couldn't stop kissing him back.

  He pulled my head back, grabbing my hair and yanking it back so he could kiss my neck. All the while poor Micah had to witness the whole thing. I looked over at him, saw the pain in his eyes, and that's what gave me the strength to push Deacon away.

  “STOP,” I shouted.

  Deacon had never been turned down by me. Never before had I fought off his advances. But this was different. Things were different. I was different.

  I was still in pain, and the more I resisted him, the more it hurt me. But I fought back, pushing him away, biting him and kicking him hard in the groin.

  “I love Micah,” I said firmly. “I don't love you, Deacon. You had your chance and you missed it.”

  Micah stood up, hovering over us. “You heard what the lady said, Deacon. She made her choice. Now get the hell out before I make you leave.”

  Deacon stood too, looking green and holding his balls. And for a moment, I thought it was over. Deacon turned, limping toward the doorway in silence. But he turned back at the last minute, eyes red.

  “Real men don't need their ladies to do the talking, Micah,” Deacon growled. “Real men take it outside.”

  And Micah turned to me, his eyes red as his brother's, and I knew it was too late to stop them.

  Micah let out a sound that sounded part human, part animal as he growled and screamed, his bones breaking and reforming, hair growing in places that had once only been flesh. His hands turned to paws with long, dangerous claws. His perfect face transformed to that of a beast.

  “Let's go, brother,” Micah growled. “Let's take this outside and find out once and for all, who the superior brother really is.”

  Chapter Six

  “No, please,” I said, grabbing Micah by the fur now growing from his body. “Don't do this.”

  “I have to, Lucy,” he growled. “I have to protect our family, and to prove to everyone I can do it.”

  “You don't need to prove it to anyone,” I said, stroking his face. “I love you because you aren't big, bad and scary. When I was younger, I thought I wanted that type of life because it was exciting. But now that there's a child at risk too, I see how much I just want to settle down, say goodbye to all of this trouble. Please don't do this for me.”

  Tears threatened to fall from my eyes. It was the truth. Yes, sometimes I missed the rough sex with Deacon, but what I had with Micah was special. It was what I wanted. I didn't want him to get into fights or to kill others due to pride, that's what the Walker clan expected of him. That's what Deacon wanted him to do. He wanted his brother to realize he was a lion, that he'd made a mistake by joining with the gentler bear tribes in our area.

  But it wasn't a mistake.

  And it's exactly why I loved him.

  “Please, baby. You don't need to do this,” I said.

  But as I spoke, the pain shooting from Deacon's mark caused me to cry out in pain.

  “Yes, I do, Lucy. He's not going to stop until he either has you or you're dead,” Micah said, rushing out the door where Deacon was waiting. “And I won't let that happen. No matter what.”

  I ran out too, my eyes truly shocked at what I was seeing. Not often in rural America do you see a massive lion and a grizzly bear in the same place, at the same time. Luckily my neighbors weren't nearby – th
e one good part about living in the country. I couldn't call the cops, there's no way they'd believe me. And even if they did show up, they'd probably shoot both Micah and Deacon, assuming they were the beasts they appeared to be.

  But while they were part beast, they were still part human too.

  And I prayed I could get through to that human part somehow, before it was too late.

  Deacon swiped at the ground with his paws, throwing up dust as he let out a massive roar that shook the earth under my feet. Micah stood outside my door, teeth bared and saliva dripping down his jowls as he growled loudly in return.

  Before either could charge the other, I ran in between them, standing there. If either one rushed toward the other, they risked taking me out in the process. Something neither of them truly wanted. Even Deacon wouldn't risk my life, I knew that.

  I stared at him, meeting his gaze. I decided to appeal to him, first. Walking up to Deacon, I placed my hand around his face, the face that was no longer his, but that of a beast. But still, I could see him in there, looking back at me.

  “Deacon, baby, let's face it,” I said, stroking his fur. “You're not cut out to be a husband and father.”

  The words stung, I could see it in his face. But he knew the truth too.

  “And we both know there's no way to be sure this baby is yours anyway. It very well could be Micah's. The night you left town, I was distraught, hurting, afraid – I turned to the only person I knew would understand how it felt to lose you – your brother. We had too much too drink, stuff happened that night, and for awhile, I regretted it. But then you never came back. Months went by, and I spent more time with him. Eventually, I fell in love with him. No one did this to you, baby. You did this to yourself. You left me high and dry and I found happiness for the first time in my life.”

  “What if it is mine?” he asked, though the words came out rough and disjointed thanks to him not speaking with a human mouth.

  “What if it is? Micah has agreed to care for it like his own, it doesn't matter to him – ”

  “It doesn't matter to me either,” he said.

  “Yes, but let's face it – is the road any place to raise a baby? Are you going to remember to pick up diapers in the middle of a drug run? What if you're in prison – or worse? Who would care for the baby then? And what kind of life would that be for a child?”

  Footsteps behind me caused me to turn, to see Micah standing behind me. I knew that he missed his brother, the bond they used to have before Deacon turned into such a jackass. Still, they were brothers. There had to be some compassion, some empathy inside of him somewhere? There was no way Micah managed to get it all, right?

  “Let's face it, since you're identical twins, we may never know who the real father is,. But it doesn't matter. I have to decide what's best for my baby, what's best for me.”

  “I'll give it all up, Lucy,” Deacon said. “I'll be a father in more than name.”

  I laughed, not because it was funny, but because I knew he meant it. At least for now.

  “Deacon, sweetie, we both know that wouldn't last long. You're an outlaw. That's what you do. This type of life would bore you to tears, darling. And you'd resent me before long. We both know that.”

  Deacon looked past me at his brother, and I stepped in between the two of them. Just in case he thought about attacking after all. Micah wasn't prepared anymore, he wouldn't expect it. It would be the perfect time for Deacon to attack and he could rip his brother's throat out before we knew what had happened.

  Which is why I had to stay between them.

  I trusted Micah, but I wasn't sure about Deacon. I felt like I knew him, but did I really? He never really let me get to know him past the sex and the fun times together.

  “Now why don't you do me a favor – both of you – and turn back into your human form. I'm sure we can make an arrangement that works for everyone. Don't you think?”

  “An arrangement?” Deacon and Micah asked at the same time.

  “Yes, an arrangement,” I said. “Micah and I will be together, raise the child. But Deacon will be allowed to visit, of course.”

  That seemed reasonable, something I knew Micah would agree to. The next part, I wasn't so sure about. But it was possibly the only way to get Deacon to agree to it as well.

  “And Deacon, when you are in town, you can have me to yourself for one night.”

  Micah snuffed behind me, and I turned and shot him a look from the corner of my eye. He wasn't the usual petty, jealous type. But this was his brother. I knew what he feared. But truth was, I'd never love Deacon the way I loved Micah. And I'd never love Micah the way I loved Deacon. Didn't mean I loved one more than the other. I just loved them differently, that's all.

  “Micah, I'm sorry, baby. But he has marked me too. And as you know, there's no way to reverse that I thought having you mark me would sort or override his mark – but it didn't.. And if I'm kept away from him when he's in town, the pain will be unbearable, like it was tonight. But we'll lay down some ground rules first.”

  Neither one looked too pleased, but they also weren't trying to tear each other's throat out. So that was a plus. Maybe we'd get out of this without me cleaning up someone's blood tonight. And if so, I called that a win.

  “Let's talk? Like civilized human beings?”

  Micah was the first one to shift back into human form, his bones cracking and popping as he went from four legs to standing on two, still naked as a jaybird. Once he was standing tall, we both looked at Deacon, afraid of what he might do. If Deacon decided to lunge and attack, Micah wouldn't be able to shift back into his bear form in time. He took a chance by shifting back, and I loved him for it. I knew what it cost him to do this, to turn down a fight with his brother. But he knew that no matter what, if they fought, he'd lose either way.

  “Deacon?” I said, trying not to let my nerves get the best of me. “Come on now, you know you still love your brother. Even after all you've been through.”

  Deacon moved forward, and instead of me standing in front of Micah, Micah stood in front of me, protecting me, shielding me from his brother even though it could have meant certain death.

  Deacon let out a low roar that slowly turned into a human groan as the fur receded from his body and his skin shifted and changed him back into a human. He was also stark naked now since shifting destroyed his clothing.

  “Fine,” he snarled, his dark hair covering his face from view. “Let's talk.”

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  Sitting on the front porch, Micah was silent, cradling our child who was fast asleep, to his chest. The porch swing swung back and forth, creaking ever so slightly. The humid air around us felt suffocating – at least to me. I knew the struggle to breathe wasn't just from the air however. It meant he was close.

  “Are you sure you're gonna be fine?” I asked, biting my nail as I stared at the two loves of my life.

  “We're going to be just fine, Lucy,” Micah said softly, turning those dark eyes toward me. “I'm more worried about you.”

  I felt the heat rising in my face. To look at Micah like that, knowing I was going to be spending the night with his brother, hurt. But a deal's a deal, and it kept both my boys alive and actually meant they had to work hard to repair their relationship. Neither one wanted to hurt me. The easier solution would be for Deacon to stay away for good, to never come by, but was that fair to him? Our daughter could very well be his, and while Deacon wasn't the perfect fatherly-figure, he still wanted to see her. Even if it meant he stayed on the sidelines, posing as her uncle.

  “I'm going to be okay, Micah,” I said, bringing his hand up to my lips. “And I'll be back here in the morning. I'll be back in your arms as long as you'll have me.”

  “I'll always love you, Lucy. No matter what happens tonight. I know I couldn't ask you to cut all ties with him, knowing what I know now. Knowing how it hurts you when you can't go to him.”

  “This is why I love you more than l
ife itself, Micah Walker,” I said, leaning forward and brushing my lips against his. “This is why you'll always be the only true love in my life, the father of my children, and the man I spend all of eternity with.”

  I got one night with Deacon every few months, Micah got eternity. Deacon might consider that the raw end of the deal at times, but truthfully, he knew that family life wasn't for him. Marriage wasn't for him. Fidelity wasn't his forte. This way, he could sleep with other women, do as he pleased, and while I worried about his safety – because part of me would always care about him – he wasn't my entire world.

  My world was right there, on the front porch of our home. Micah and our daughter, Ava. Ava Walker wouldn't have to grow up to be a typical Walker – which in terms of Walker women meant subservient to the men in the family. No, not my daughter. Not my little girl. Even Deacon agreed with that when we found out I was having a girl. He didn't like the way his father treated his mama, never liked the way women were treated amongst the lions – even though they did a bulk of the work rearing children and caring for the family while the men went on runs and got into trouble.

  That was no life for me. That was no life for Ava.

  Micah, on the other hand, was the perfect father. Doting, gentle, and absolutely in love with his little girl. Her room, once we found out what her sex would be, was decked out in pink polka dots, with her name hand-painted by him above her bed. When Deacon saw it, he'd actually complimented his brother, said there's no way he could have ever done something like that.

  This arrangement might not be ideal, but it did bring the two men closer together in a way I never could have imagined. You'd think sharing a woman would tear them apart, and at first, it looked like it might. But they both knew their place in my heart, they both knew how important they were to me. Micah knew to never doubt my love. Even a night with Deacon wouldn't keep me from coming back to his arms or his bed.