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Black market. A hit on Joey. Five million dollars. This was a done deal. Frankie was supposed to take over Cooper’s Crew and we’re supposed to be starting a new life. Instead, Frankie wants in.
Leo! My brother.
It might not have been the family life I wanted, but...
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This was our time to flourish and follow our dreams. Now, those dreams are wrenched from us. Silenced by a vindictive, unknown
person who has put us in the direct line of a tornado as danger barrels down on us.
Joey believes I deserve to finish college; move to a house with a white picket fence. Marry and have children. Except I want his heart.
He’s my lifeline, and it doesn’t matter if our lives are cut short. It wouldn’t be much of a life if Joey wasn’t in it.
Out of nowhere, someone clips our car, and we’re spinning. In my head, I can hear James’ laughter while my eyes squeeze shut and Joey’s hand presses my body against the seat.
“Don’t boss me around, Joey Cooper. We’re in this together, which means we help each other out. This isn’t—”
The crazy bastard silences me with a kiss, and not just any kiss. One demonstrating he’s the boss, while at the same time apologizing for not appreciating my assistance.
This man had first hurled me into hating him, then loving him, and now… well, I can’t imagine a life without him.
Our mother/daughter relationship soured at the first hint she preferred being on her knees to please my father than filling a motherly role.
and Leo are about to end the call before my brother’s last words. “If anything happens to my sister, I’ll put a bullet in your head myself.” “Fuck off! I’ll protect her with my life.”
This is how it’s going to be. On the run, looking over our shoulders everywhere we go; dodging accidents and bullets.
My hand rests on my heart. I love this man. Our hope for a future seems to be fading fast. Rather than a wood cottage by a lake, we’ll be in a wood coffin, six feet under.
“How the fuck did he find us? We were in some random shithole motel. There’s no GPS. I’ve ditched the cars, our phones are burners, and we went through the suitcases.”
“Nothing! So how did they find us?”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know how to use a gun.” He gives me a small squeeze. “We’ll have to change that soon.” After a long sigh, he adds, “Unfortunately, this is how our life is going to be.”
Joey finds an abandoned barn, parks the car inside, and covers us with a blanket. This is our life. Backwoods and hiding. But we’re together. For better or worse, I believe Joey and I will find a way to make our dreams come true.
Her words broke my resolve to leave her in that town. To give her what she’s worthy of. And speaking of my angel, she climbs out of the car, eyes adjusting to the light. With messy hair and wrinkled clothes, she puts her hand in front of her mouth, blows, and crinkles her nose. She’s fucking adorable.
“A real friendly fucking town. I hope she blows a bubble so big it pops and sticks in her hair.”
My arm wraps around her shoulders, and I kiss the top of her head, inhaling her scent. I love this woman. Our lives weren’t the best, forced into a marriage neither of us wanted, but it brought us together. She’s the rainbow after a rain shower.
“Don’t even think about it.” I pulse my gun his way. “Move and you’ll be dead before your left nut shifts to the side.”
“It’s a movie about two women on the run. In our case, it’s Tea and Graffiti.”
I can only think of one thing that’s being tracked, and Teagan isn’t going to like it.
“Truth is, I never had any power over my life, did I?” I move to the bed, bring her onto my lap and hug her. “Neither of us did, Tea. But that will change. I’m going to get us out of this mess, and when it’s over, I’m giving you the world.”
My lips wrap around her clit, and it shuts her up. I suck, sliding my finger up and down her slit, and she lets out a long moan.
I wiggle my tongue against her clit, stroking her lips, dipping inside, and sliding back out. Between my saliva and her arousal, she’s wet enough to take it out. But I want to make her come. It will ease her mind and body. Flattening my tongue against her pussy, I lick upwards in a leisurely way, continuing the same pace. Teagan is breathing heavy. Her clit is engorged and my tongue circles it as I slide a finger in and out of her. Her head rolls from side to side, whispering my name. My God damn name. My dick is harder than an iron pipe, knowing I get this kind of reaction out of her. She’s
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Teagan’s mine, and if I have to burn down this fucking world to attain a happily ever after for us, I’ll do it.
He gives new meaning to the phrase man cave, reserving the space between my thighs on a daily basis.
“I knew then that I’d rather die than to live without you.” His eyes shift to mine. “So, if that is what you mean by everything…then I guess you’re mine.”
A part of his finger slips inside of my ass, which I’d like to refer to as my starfish, and a moan escapes me.
And when she mentions I am all she needs, I joke to cover up the emotions lodged in my throat. This woman owns me.
yell Teagan’s name, barging into the rooms. She’s nowhere. My heartbeat intensifies, and I grab my chest.
She’s gone. My Teagan. Mine! If they hurt her, I’ll fucking rip them to shreds before they can kill me.
Tea’s like a firefly, lighting up from passion and anger, and dimming when she’s content.
She squeezes my nuts hard. I squeak, and she lets go. Fucking squeak! This woman has me by the balls, literally and figuratively. I reposition my dick and run a hand down my face.
Street fighting and a life of crime could never prepare me for a wife like Teagan. She’s reached my tattered soul and stitched it back together.
Two men on opposite sides of the law; one lost his love, and the other is holding on for dear life.
When I glance down, there’s a tint of red at my feet, and I break down. Dropping to my ass, my head hangs
between my folded legs, pressed to my chest, and I bawl my eyes out.
I nod, turn to leave, and he adds, “Joey, it wasn’t your fault.” Turning to the door, I answer, “Yeah, it was. Tea is my responsibility to keep safe.” I glance at him over my shoulder. “That bullet was mine.”
“I love you more than a person is capable of loving. I’m not abandoning you while you struggle with your trauma. Through sickness and in health, I’m with you to the end.”
He drops to the side, rolls me on top of him and says, “Tea?” My throat is sore from screaming so much that it’s raspy. “Yeah?” “You’ve always been my hero.” This ignites the tears pouring down my face. I snuggle into him, close my eyes, and dream of our future.
As James cocked the gun to shoot me, Simas got in three rounds, killing him on the spot.
