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Chapter twenty-one

Declan

W aking up next to my wife has to be the only reason worth getting up at all. She’s facing away from me, so I lift her hair to look at the tattoo of the sun goddess just below her neck. It’s fucking perfect. Studying her body in the dim lighting, I decide to have a taste before my workout.

Starting with her nipples, I suck one into my mouth feeling it pebble on my tongue. She stirs under me but doesn’t wake. My stubbled face may wake her up before I even reach my goal, but I can’t help myself. Her vanilla scent and smooth skin invites me to trail kisses down the center of her chest to her stomach. Her moan hits me right in the dick, and I hurry along to my favorite part of her before she fully wakes.

Sliding the tip of my tongue between her lips, I start with her clit. Her legs tense and her hands find their way to my hair.

“Dec?” Her sleepy voice twinkles in the dark above me. “Wha-“

Sucking her little bud between my lips, I tease her with the tip of my tongue to stop her questions. I’m rewarded with the sexiest of whimpers and her legs part for me. Making my way down, my tongue glides across slick juices into her hole. I pump my tongue into her a few times before working my way back to flatten my tongue over her clit while I fuck her with my finger .

Her insides are so soft and squeeze my fingers so fucking tight that I almost sit up to bury my throbbing cock inside her instead. Then, she runs her hands over the sides of my face, and I settle in to pleasure my wife.

Just as she gets close, her hips begin to move causing her to grind her pussy into my mouth. I fucking love the way she rides my face. I close my mouth around her and growl, and she’s screaming out as her body shakes and her pussy clenches down on my fingers.

Once her body relaxes, I kiss her inner thigh and get out of bed.

“Where are you going?” She asks, reaching out to grab my arm as I pull the covers back over her.

“It’s early. Go back to sleep. I’ll just be in the weight room,” I tell her and watch as she closes her eyes.

Today’s going to be a big day for her. Hopefully that extra orgasm will add a couple more hours of sleep for her.

My cock is still hard when I walk into the weight room to start my first set. Luckily, I’m starting with my chest and working out at home.

After my second set, Zander calls interrupting the music in my ear buds.

“What’s up?” I answer.

“I think I’ve finally found Rocky,” he says, sounding like he’s been running.

Fucking finally. “So who is he working for?”

“Grant Williams.”

“Of fucking course. Keep an eye on him, but don’t spook him. Her dad is first on the list. I can’t risk anything happening before tonight’s dinner. Anything new out of Leah?”

“She’s tried, but she still doesn’t know who the baby daddy is. You know, Dec, if it is Nate’s baby, that means Noel-“

“You let me worry about that.” I cut him off with a growl .

“Yeah, my bad, man.”

Without a word, I hang up. I’ll find a way to give her babies of our own if she wants them.

By the time I finish with my usual routine, I’m still too pissed off about letting Grant live when I had him under my knife, so I add a few more sets. My chest and shoulders are screaming by the time my mood allows me to stop. I clean off my equipment before going to grab a quick shower.

Walking through my, our , bedroom, I notice the bed is empty. Glancing around the dark room, I don’t see her, so I check the bathroom. Empty.

The fuck?

Walking a little faster back down the hall, I check the office and the kitchen. As I’m pulling up the camera app on my phone, a shadow passes over the living room. Looking out the window, I see her pacing on the back porch in the dim, early morning light.

If she wanted private phone calls, she shouldn’t have married me. Wasting no time, I step out to hear what she thinks she’s plotting.

“…just thought you should know.” She stares at the wood line waiting for the other person to respond. “It’s over, Dad. Find another way to keep the money.”

Turning to pace more, she freezes when her eyes meet mine.

“Gotta go,” she says before ending the call.

I clench my jaw and breathe through my nose, recalculating the plans that her phone call just shot to hell.

“Noel,” I manage to say in an even tone.

“I don’t want to have dinner with them, Declan. I don’t even want to see them in the foreseeable future. I’m not willing to share our happiness with them. I’m just done,” she says, explaining herself .

I’m so fucking proud of her, but she doesn’t understand everything I had planned.

“Why are you up this early?” I ask instead of addressing the situation.

She looks confused. “I have to let Joe know I’m taking off the rest of the week. He would definitely tell my parents, so I wanted to call Dad first.”

“Come with me,” I say with a smile.

I walk her straight to the shower. As soon as I turn the water on, she undresses and stands under the water. Her thick brown curls flatten and darken down her back. My eyes wander down to her tight ass to watch the water trickle down.

I wish I could do this all day, but her phone call just made me pressed for time. Walking up behind her, I grab her tits and pull on her nipples, loving the way she cries out for me. Then I dip my fingers into her pussy. As soon as my fingers are slick with her, I bend her over.

“Put your hands on the bench,” I coax.

She does what she’s told, and I turn on the vibrator to rub along her clit then dip it into her wet cunt.

I set a bottle of lube next to her before replacing the vibrator with my cock. Plunging into her warm, slick hole, I bury myself deep inside her. Using the vibrator against her clit, I work her slowly to an orgasm.

Her whimpers turn to moans as her pussy squeezes down on me, and I know she’s getting close.

“That’s it, baby, come all over me.” My voice is hoarse as I lose myself in her pleasure.

I slap her ass hard and move the vibrator just as she screams out my name.

While her pussy clenches down on me, I let her ride my dick slowly, pushing against her as her walls squeeze. I take the opportunity to grab the lube and coat the vibrator. Before she stills, I pick up the pace .

“Rub your clit for me,” I tell her.

Her arm lifts from the bench, and I watch her shoulder move as she plays with herself.

“Good girl. Do it like I would. Push down in a circle.”

“Declan, oh, God,” she moans.

“That’s it, baby,” I praise her as she tightens her pussy against my cock again.

I reach down to pinch her nipple, and she cries out. Thrusting into her harder now, I have to hold onto her shoulder to keep her in place. My girl likes to move her hips against me, and I love watching that ass pop.

“Goddamn, Noel, you’re gonna make me come before you,” I grind out.

“Yes!” She screams out. “Oh, Declan, yes!”

Her orgasm comes out of fucking nowhere, so I’m glad I already lubed up. Keeping my pace, I feel my balls clenching as her pussy tightens. Her screams set me over the fucking edge.

“Fuck, baby girl, take it all,” I slam into her hard. While I come deep inside her, I start to fuck her ass with the vibrator slowly. She tries to wiggle away, but I grab her hips and shove my cock back into her as she continues to pulse around it.

“Let it in, baby. Let it in, while you’re still high on my dick,” my voice is deep and rough even though I meant for it to be soothing.

She takes a deep breath and grabs my thigh, as I push the vibrating butt plug inside of her ass a little more each time. When it sinks the rest of the way in, I turn it off. Pulling my semi-hard dick out of her cunt, I rub her ass to admire how good she looks from here.

“Baby girl, you are the perfect fantasy,” I tell her.

Her little whimper is so fucking cute. I wish I had time to play with her some more, but I don’t.

Standing her up, she looks at me wide-eyed. “Aren’t you going to take it out?” She asks.

“No,” I say, pulling her back under the water to bathe her.

“What do you mean?” She looks down at me with her hands resting on my shoulders while I wash her pussy and legs.

“In a couple of hours, you will turn it back on and fuck yourself with it.” I stand to wash the rest of her then myself.

“What?” She giggles.

“I’m not joking. I want a video of you getting off by fucking yourself in the ass by lunch.”

“Um, I don’t know. Wait, where are you going?” She asks, still wide-eyed.

“I need to go take care of something this morning, but I won’t be gone too long. Start packing while you wait. The more comfortable you are with that plug, the more you’ll enjoy it when it’s me.”

“Oh,” she says, realizing my intentions.

I grab my towel, wink at her and leave her dazed in the shower.

After throwing some clothes on, I leave the bathroom while she’s still in the shower washing her hair.

I set the alarm and grab all the keys to make sure she doesn’t try to leave the house while I’m gone. I’m not convinced she won’t try to see her father without me, and I can’t take that chance today.

I put my gear on in the garage and mount my bike.

In no time at all, I meet Zander on the side of the road. We walk our bikes into the woods for safekeeping and follow the trail we mapped out last week to the house. Her mother’s car is gone but an older white Buick in its place. Based on our surveillance over the past couple of weeks, I know it belongs to the cook .

Zander and I don’t speak. Our plans have already been discussed to avoid any confusion in the moment. We’ve planned for as many fuck ups as possible, and it’s finally go time.

Slipping on our masks, we walk up the steps to the kitchen entrance. No sound of movement in the kitchen could mean one of two things. Either way, we’re free to enter the house. Zander goes first, so he can go to the control room. I lurk through the shadows to find the man responsible for all of my wife’s misery.

By the time Zander has the power shut off, I’m already near enough to the guest rooms to hear him fucking the cook. Neither of them seem to notice the loss of power, so I open my blade and peek through the door. Conner has her on all fours on the floor. Her head is practically underneath the bed as he pummels her from behind.

Considering this would be a fucking great way to die, I decide to wait him out. He doesn't deserve to go out that easy, and I don’t want to kill an innocent if I don’t have to.

I sneak into the room to hide behind a large dressing room divider. Several minutes later, the fucker finally finishes. I listen as they both get dressed.

“When will she be back home?” She asks him.

“Later in the week. I want you on the table tonight as the first course, so go ahead and cancel your help tonight.” He tells her.

She giggles and runs out of the room.

Show time.

Slipping out from behind the divider, I see his back is still to me, so I creep up behind him. At the last second, I kick the backs of his knees and grab his arms. Before he has any time to react, I’m kneeling on his legs and holding his wrists together behind him .

He hollers out, but Zander has caught up to me. He shoves the needle into his neck and pushes the plunger down. The yelling stops almost immediately as his body goes slack.

Zander holds up one finger, letting me know he only saw one staff member in the house before he cut the tapes. I nod, and he checks the hall to make sure she isn’t coming back. He turns to give me the all clear.

Lifting Conner over my shoulder, I walk down the hall. Zander stays in front of me to check around corners.

We’re almost to the kitchen when I hear something across the hall. It sounds like she’s showering, so we continue through the house, slipping out the way we came in.

Chance is waiting for us by the road when we make it back to the bikes. He pops the trunk to give us the all clear, and I throw Conner in. Slamming it shut, I bang on the trunk lid, letting him know to go.

Zander leaves ahead of me, and I stay hidden in the woods until the next gap between cars.

“Damn, I’m a little disappointed,” Zander says through the headset.

“You can wait for him to wake up before you strap him down,” I respond, laughing to myself.

“Fuck yeah!”

“Next target will be more difficult,” I warn.

“The receptionist is basically planning our wedding already. I got you, bro,” he laughs now.

Taking the final bend in the road, I watch Zander pull into the warehouse parking lot ahead of me. Chance is already parked around the back.

Not wanting to drive my bike across gravel, I park out front. I walk through the office down the dark hall to the back storage room .

Chance and Zander drop an unconscious Conner Anderson on the floor. The cell phone in his pocket is steadily ringing. Walking over to the table, I open my box of knives to choose one.

“Chance, go back and offer the cook a plane ticket and some cash. Tell her Conner had to leave suddenly and wants her to join him. Make sure it’s a one-way ticket,” I tell him before he walks out.

Zander kicks Conner in the ribs, trying to wake him up.

“How much did you give him?” I ask, cocking an eyebrow when that doesn’t even result in a grunt.

“We still have a few minutes. I just thought he should wake up sore,” he says, shrugging his shoulders at me.

He grabs some things out of the cabinet, prepping for a fun afternoon.

I take the opportunity to send little miss sunshine a text.

I bought you several things. Look in your nightstand. I want a pic ASAP

Conner starts to stir, so I set my phone facedown on the counter. Picking up the first knife, I turn around and sling it into his arm.

He screams out. He tries to sit up and grab his arm at the same time.

“About fucking time,” I say.

His eyes meet mine, and all the color drains from his face.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He yells so loud the veins in his neck bulge out.

“Making sure you can’t hurt Noel anymore. Oh, and making sure you don’t kill me in the next year or two,” I tell him as if it’s completely obvious.

He makes it to his feet before he sees Zander off to the side .

“What the fuck is that?” He half-yells, half-squeals at him.

“Razor wire,” Zander replies, walking toward Conner.

I watch Zander have his fun for a few minutes as he slings the wire around, cutting Conner here and there. When he gets too close to a main artery in his neck, I decide to step in.

“Uh uh.”

There’s already blood everywhere, and Conner is as pissed off as he can get.

My turn.

I wrestle him to a chair, and slam my head into his. Kicking his ankle, I force him to sit. Zander wraps a leg to the chair with zip ties while I pound on his face, determined not to stop until I hear something fucking crack. By the time Zander finishes the second leg, Conner is out cold again.

“Fuck, dude, at this rate, you won’t get to make him into a human pin cushion. He’s too old for that shit,” Zander says.

I nod my agreement and wait for him to wake up…again. My phone beeps on the counter, and I smile to myself at the perfect little reward waiting for me at home.

Zander tilts his head. “How the fuck do you decide that one woman is enough?”

“Not sure I can explain it to you, but you know how you get when I take your Staccato?”

“The fuck you mean when you take my Staccato? When did you touch my fucking Staccato, bro? I’ve told you to take any of the other ones, but leave that one in the fucking case—, ohhh,” his rant turns into understanding.

“Like that,” I say, nodding my head.

Conner blinks awake again, so I grab his hair to make him look at me. My face is level with his when his eyes start to focus. He spits in my face and bounces his chair like he’s going fucking somewhere. Wiping my face with the back of my hand, I stand up.

“You think Noel will stay with you after this?” He asks.

“She’ll forgive me before she falls asleep tonight. Her world is safer without you in it,” I answer.

He laughs at that.

“I’m not the only one who wants something from her,” he warns.

Those words inject rage into my veins. Ripping his shirt open, I carve a giant X across his chest. He yells out, which only fuels the flames of hell scorching my heart at the thought of someone hurting her the way he has. It’s time to balance the scales.

While I walk over to the counter to get my smaller knives, Zander speaks up.

“Why the fuck would you allow a threat to your own daughter to live?” He asks.

“They’ve kept that bitch under lock and key. I will handle it when she has the baby,” he tries to plead his case.

“You’re done handling Noel’s affairs,” I snap.

I throw small blades all over his chest and stomach. They’re too small to cause any significant damage on their own, but the inverted prongs at the end make them hurt like a bitch.

“Fucking stop! I’ll leave you two alone. Just stop!” He pleads.

Holding a longer knife, I walk up to him.

“She believed I didn’t want her. Because of you.” I pull out one of the blades from his chest and rip his flesh out with it.

“She fell in love and married someone else. Because of you.” Another blade from his stomach. The hole left behind is bigger from the softer flesh and blood pours out of it .

“She was cheated on and widowed. Because of you.” I press the blade against the artery in his neck.

“But you’re together now.” The panic in his voice matches the fear in his eyes.

“That’s right. She’s my wife now. Mine to protect. Tell me. Does Grant know you had his son killed?”

His face changes. The pleas are gone, replaced with disgust. “Of course he knows! Powerful men always choose money over love.”

“Choosing money over love opens you up to being outbid. You can’t trust your allies that way, Conner. Isaiah let me know the minute you dropped the hit on my dad because I could offer him more than money. You see, loyalty is what feeds power.”

“Your dad may be safe now, but you won’t get away with this,” he growls through clenched teeth.

“You of all people know that’s the easy part. I just wish Noel were here to do this herself,” I say as I plunge the blade into his neck, pulling it out again to watch him bleed to death.

Over his gurgling, I hear the alarm system notification on my phone and jump to action. When I reach it, I open the app to see men in my living room. Searching the cameras, I can’t find Noel on any of them.

“Zander! We have to go now!” I run through the building, leaving everything where it sits.

Within minutes, I hear Zander’s voice come through the headset. “What’s going on?”

“Men are at my house! I couldn’t find her on the cameras. We have to get there right fucking now! ”

I pull back on the throttle, pushing the bike to its limits, not even checking to see if Zander is behind me. My only thought is getting to her.

We make the twenty minute drive in ten. There aren’t any cars outside when we pull in. I’m certain they didn’t leave on foot.

Opening the app to track her phone, I follow the signal. I pray to the God I don’t deserve that she somehow stayed hidden and really is inside, even though I know better.

The app guides me to her phone on the ground in the bathroom with a broken screen. There’s clothes scattered on the floor from the closet into the bathroom where she must’ve been hiding. It looks like she put up a fight, but the mother fuckers found her and drug her out.

“FUCK!”