All I Have: Part Two (Abbs Valley #4)

by Ames Mills

“I love when you scream my name, angel.” Evie giggles breathlessly. “Holy shit.”

“What’s next, big guy? This is your show,” Mateo asks, still plucking at Evie’s nipple. “I want to watch Hart fuck you,” Gray answers, and the room freezes. He wants to what? “While I fuck her.”

“Oh,” Evie breathes. “I think that’s a great idea.” I chuckle. “Of course you do, you dirty ass woman.”

“Goddamn, Tay,” I groan. He’s working his mouth fast while twisting his hand around the base. “He can suck dick, can’t he?” Gray asks. “Yes,” I hiss,

“Ride him,” Gray demands, making Mateo groan again. “Hart, lean against the headboard so he can ride your cock. I want to see his cock bouncing.”

She lets him go with a wet pop. “What are you doing?” she asks. “Edging him,” Gray grins. “Shit,” Mateo groans. “Why do you hate me?” “You fucking love it,” Gray answers, still sliding in and out of Evie at a slow pace. “You come last.”

She reaches for Mateo’s throbbing cock, eyes glassed over, lost in her lust. I’ve never been into edging, but I remember Mateo saying something at New Vision that he’s done it before. It sounds like it’s something he and Gray have done since then.

“Look at that sexy, leaking dick. You did that to him, angel.” Evie moans and pushes back against Gray. His palm cracks the side of her ass hard. “Stop moving.” She lets out a shuddering moan, and Gray looks at us in surprise. “You like my hand on your ass?” “Yes.” “Hm. We’re going to explore that later. Suck his cock.”

“Yes. Fuck!” he yells when Evie slides him into her throat. He is getting closer and closer to coming each time. Gray slaps Evie’s ass. “Stop.” “Please, Gray, please,” Mateo moans. “Please what, baby boy?” “Let me come, please.” “Make Hart come,” Gray demands. Mateo lifts his hips and slams them down, making my cock jump inside of him. “Yeah, just like that, Tay,” I encourage. “Fuck yeah, ride me.”

“Want to fuck with our new FBI friend?” “Oh, fuck yeah,” Ghost chuckles. “What do you need us to do?” “He’s tailing Van, and I’m tailing him. I need you to set up a block so we can box him in.” “Come down toward the bar. I got something for his ass.”

“Might as well come out,” I say. “You aren’t moving until you do.” The driver shoves the door open, and to my surprise, Hartley’s stepdad, Carlos, steps out of the car. “What the fuck?” Van growls. “Where’s my son?” he demands. I raise a brow. “Not here. What the fuck are you doing?” “I know he wouldn’t be in this life unless you were holding him against his will. Where is he?” Van and I exchange a glance. “Like Micah said, not here. Why are you following me?” Van asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “I told you….” I hold up a hand to stop that lie. “Bullshit. You know how to get ahold of Hart, and he’s a grown damn man. Why are you really here?” I can see him starting to sweat around the temples. He knows he fucked up.

“You a cop?” Banger asks, not giving Carlos a chance to answer. I realize it’s the first time I’ve heard him speak. His voice is a deep baritone, and if I was anyone else, it would have scared me. “He is in Fairview,” I supply. Banger shakes his head. “He stinks of a Fed.” “What?” Hartley exclaims. “There’s no fucking way. He’s retired in Fairview.” I watch Carlos closely. With the slight flicker of fear on his face, I’d say Banger just hit the nail on the head. “He’s not a fed.”

“I already told you. Hartley has to be in some type of trouble to be around someone like you. I have to protect my family.” “I respect that,” I admit. “But Hart isn’t in any type of trouble with us. If he was, he’d be dead.” I let that sink in, and I see the moment he realizes his mistake. “We protected Evie together. Hart is a part of my family now. You can either accept that or never set foot back in Abbs Valley again. Because if I ever catch you following the love of my life again, I’ll end you without a second thought.”

“Are you working for the feds?” Carlos’ eyes flick to the side quickly before coming back to Hartley. I don’t know about body language, but I know he is lying, and my heart sinks. I can guarantee Gray is watching from somewhere, reading every reaction. “No.” “Goddamnit, Dad.” Hartley rakes his hand through his hair. “You’re lying to me. How long?” Carlos swallows. “About a year.” His eyes land on me. “I was working with them to help them take down the Bulls.” I could tell by the way he was looking at me, he knows about Aaron. I don’t know how I felt about that. “Did you know?” I ask quietly.

love you and your mom, son. You know that. And I never was a cop for the glory. I could have gotten killed trying to get her out. I was working on a plan….” “Stop. Talking,” Hartley grits out. “You could have called me. We would have figured out something. Instead, she had to run for eight months, looking over her shoulder. You know who kept her safe. Me.” Hartley jabs his finger toward the door. “And those people out there. That’s the type of people they are. Not the people you have set in your mind. Trust me, I know, because that’s what I used to think. But they are nothing like you think. They are the most honest, loyal, loving fucking people you will ever meet. And you are absolutely nothing like I thought you were. The dad I grew up with would have never let a girl he’s known almost her whole life stay with someone like Aaron.” Hartley storms from the room, slamming the door so hard behind him the glass in it rattles.

“These routes aren’t safe….” I press harder, cutting off that lie. “You have two goddamn seconds to tell me who the fuck you are, or I’m going to splatter your brains all over this fucking floor. Start. Talking.” He swallows. “I’m with the Bulls.” Goddamnit. I hear Evie suck in a gasp, and I close my eyes for a second. When I open them, the guy flinches away from the murder in my eyes. “Why are you here?” “Axel sent me. We know it was Alessa who’s been taking us out. It’s her MO.” How the hell would they even know Les had an MO? Les didn’t go after gangbangers, she went after rapists. Whoever is feeding them information got it all wrong.

“You’re wrong,” I inform him with a grin. “Gia, step out of the room.” I hear the doors swing open and shut, signaling she left. “My team took out you motherfuckers. Where are you getting your information?” “Aaron kept logs from when he was after her.” He jerks his head to Evie. “That was in there. We put it together when we realized who she ran to.” Since this guy seems chatty, I decide to change the route of my questioning. “How long has Axel been with the Bulls?” “I don’t know.” “When did you join?” I prompt. My patience is quickly running out. I have a girl waiting for me to take her on a date. “Two years ago.” If Axel is FBI, that means he is deep undercover.

“You look like such a Mafia boss right now,” Caden laughs. “He is a Mafia boss, you dumbass,” Ghost says, walking further into the room. “What’s his deal?”

Evie pulls back with a raised brow. “I’m fine, Micah. You’re the one that just had to go fifty shades of crazy on someone.” She shrugs. “It was kind of hot to watch.” “You filthy woman,” I laugh and tug on her hand. “Let’s go.”

“Keep pushing me, la mia stella, and I’ll fuck you so hard this whole restaurant will hear when you come on my cock.” Her breath hitches, and she lets out a shuddering exhale. “Is that why you didn’t wear panties? Did you want me to play with this pussy whenever I wanted?”

“Does it turn you on to know there are people on the other side of the curtain?” “Yes,” Evie pants, her hips moving with my fingers. Does she have an exhibitionism kink? Evie is full of surprises. This will add fuel to the already burning hot fire.

I’m pulling my fingers free right when the waitress enters again. Keeping my eyes locked on Evie, I suck them into my mouth when the waitress lays the check on the table. Evie’s pupils expand further, and I know it’s time to stop fucking off.

“I like him,” I comment. “I’d sure hate to kill him.” Hartley barks a laugh, dropping the badass bodyguard routine. “You’re kind of scary, you know that, sir?” I swivel in my chair to face him. “Did you forget who you’re talking to?” “Nope.” Hartley walks around the desk and swings back around. “Bernard.” I jump over the side of the desk, but before I can get my hands on the smug asshole, he wraps a hand around my throat and pushes me against the wall. “Did you forget who you’re messing with?” Hart says, inches from my mouth. My hands go to his arm, but I don’t know whether I’m pulling him off or not. “Well, this is interesting,” Mateo says dryly, strolling into the room. “Don’t stop on my account.” He pecks Gray’s lips and turns to face us like he’s watching the best damn show in the world.

Meeting Caden for the first time and learning he was the leader of a gang was a mind fuck. He didn’t fit your stereotypical gangbanger. He had dark blue hair that usually hung in his eyes, he had small gauges in his ears that sometimes had earrings dangling from them, and his brown eyes almost looked too kind. All that made me doubt him until I watched him torture someone for the first time. It was like he could flip a switch whenever he needed. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way, I like and trust him. “How the hell can you eat while that’s going on?” Mateo asks, waving his hand at the half dead guy in front of us. Caden casts a glance that way, then shrugs. “I was hungry. Ghost starved me today.” “I didn’t fucking starve you. You ate two hours ago,” Ghost says, walking from the back office.

I’ve always wondered about their dynamic since they are practically glued at the hip. They are complete opposites. Caden is upbeat and always laughing. Ghost is usually serious, and hardly ever smiles unless he is being a smartass. His styled, dark blonde hair and blue eyes make him look like a surfer. But one thing you don’t do when Ghost is around? Fuck with Caden. “That’s like way too long. I’m a growing boy,” Caden argues. “You’re a grown ass man, Caden.”

Gray looks closer at the guy's chest. “What the fuck did you do?” “Oh,” Caden says excitedly. “Alexey and Dmitri showed me some new techniques. I decided to try it.” “You took torture lessons from the terror twins?” Mateo asks with a laugh. After we teamed up with them to help Les and the guys, we realized they weren’t as bad as we thought. Crazier than hell, but loyal. Gage started calling them the terror twins, and it stuck. Ghost crosses his arms across his chest. “It was effective. Caden got the information out of him,” Ghost says proudly. Caden bats his lashes, making Ghost roll his eyes. “It’s all in a day's work, gentleman.”

He nods his head to him. “Kill him,” he says, looking at Hartley. Hartley shrugs, jerks his Glock from his holster, sets it on the guy's forehead, and pulls the trigger. Without a trace of remorse on his face, Hartley tucks his gun away. Ghost’s eyes widen. “Just like that, huh? Cop one day, mobster the next?” Hartley shrugs again, unfazed. “This is a better life any day.”

“Take him and dump him off for Axel.” “What did the note say?” Gray asks. Micah’s grin is pure evil. “I told him to quit being a pussy and come find me.” That’s one way to do it.

“Goddamn, you look pretty with a plug in your ass.”

Mateo shifts behind her again, and her eyes go wide. “What are you doing?” Evie asks breathlessly. Micah chuckles. “He’s going to stretch that pretty pussy out.”

“You remember what I told you I wanted to do, buttercup?” Mateo pants, his hands locking onto her hips over mine. “About our cum dripping out of you?” “Yes,” Evie groans. “Me and Gray are going to fuck this pussy,” Mateo explains, slamming into her, “until we explode. Then someone is going to take our place,” he leans forward until his mouth is beside her ear, “with someone else fucking this ass.”

“Fuck, you two look sexy, amore mio. You want to taste his pierced cock?” “Fuck,” Hart grunts when Van reaches back to Hart’s cock.

“You know how gorgeous you are dripping cum, princess,” I say, scooting between her spread legs. I take my cock in my hand and push forward. Her hands fly to my shoulders, and Micah’s fly to my hips when he feels my piercings scrape against him. “Motherfucker,” Micah grits out. “That feels good.”

“I want to taste him,” Evie pants. I let him go with a wet pop and meet Micah’s glittering blue eyes. He isn’t pissed, though. I can feel his cock jerking against me inside of Evie. He liked watching Van’s cock down my throat.

Mateo’s hand reaches out and snatches the lube. “You going to let me take this ass, Hart?” “Fuck,” Micah groans. “I’m going to say yes.” I knew Micah could feel me twitching against him. “It’s been a while,” I say. Placing a gentle hand on Evie’s chest, I push her against Micah so he has full access to my ass. “Go ahead, Tay.” “Fuck yes,” Mateo says with a chuckle. His slippery fingers slide between my cheeks. “I’ll make it feel good.” “I have no doubt,” I answer,

“I love you,” I say gruffly. “I always have.” She spins around with a gasp. I get her situated with her legs around my waist so I could see her face. With my hands cupping her cheeks, I let it all spill out. “Ever since I met you, you were the only one I knew never expected a thing from me. You liked me for me. You were my light then and you still are now. The moment you walked back into my life, I knew you were going to be mine. Even if I have to share you with a bunch of criminals,” I

“I love you so fucking much.” “Oh, Hartley.” She mirrors her hands on my face. “I love you, too. You’ve always been the best part of my life, my safe haven. When I found myself in Abbs Valley, I think I was subconsciously hoping you would save me and you did. I don’t know what I’d do without you. I love you.”

“I have to tell you something. I lied to you before. About the tattoos,” I admit. She pulls back with a frown. “All of them represent you or us.” I lift my left arm and rub the one on my ribs. It was a pin-up version of Evie. She leans down to get a closer look. “Oh my god. That’s beautiful.” She starts mapping all the ones she can reach with her fingers. The stack of books on my right pec, the broken window on the left, the list goes on. Every tattoo I’ve ever picked was with her firmly in mind. “I love you,” she says again, tears rolling down her face. “I love you, too.”

“I know I already told him, but I just wanted to make it clear. I don’t care what happens between you and Van. But if you hurt him, I swear to god, Hart, I’ll hang you in the middle of Abbs Valley with your heart missing.” I shake my head at the threat. “I’m not going to hurt him. Or any of you.”

I relax my rigid posture. “Well, that went well.” Micah swivels in his chair to face me. “That was your definition of well?” “You didn’t shoot him,” I say with a shrug. Micah barks a laugh. “You surprise me every day, Hart.”

“While we wait, I have another question.” “Of course you do,” Van says with a roll of his eyes. I grin. “What’s the deal with Hart?” “I already told you I’m not talking about this with you.” “For fuck’s sake, Van. We moved way past privacy two orgies ago.”

“It’s like they were invisible,” I muse, pissed off but slightly impressed. “That’s the point.” All our heads and guns jerk up to a voice that doesn’t belong to any of us. There is a guy standing right at the backdoor, leaning casually against it. He has a white skull mask covering his face and is dressed head to toe in black. “You’re welcome, by the way.” “Who the fuck are you?” Micah growls, taking a step closer, automatic leveled at this guy. “My friends call me Shadow,” he informs us. “Your assistance isn’t needed anymore, boys.” He slips out the backdoor, and Hart takes off running the way he went. He comes back in minutes later, ripping his mask off. “He’s gone.” “Zane, report,” Micah barks. “Nothing. I didn’t see shit.”

I hear the bedroom door open and look at it with a frown, then smile when I see Mateo standing there with a shit-eating grin. “Your time is up, Micah,” Mateo declares. Micah’s lips freeze on my neck, and his head snaps in Mateo’s direction. “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means you’re about to find out what it’s like to be between the Perez brothers,” I reply,

“Is this what you want, mi rey?” I whisper. I know we’ve talked about it, but I want to make sure he doesn’t feel pressured into it. His body is saying he’s into it, though. “It is,” Micah answers, looking at me over his shoulder. I kiss him slowly and pull back with a grin. “Good. Now, suck my brother’s cock.”

Mateo pulls his mouth from Micah’s cock, his hand still swirling. “Fuck, you can suck cock,” Mateo groans,

“Is that what you want?” Mateo asks, flipping around so they are face to face. “You want us to destroy you? You want us to have you panting, whimpering, and fucking begging for us?” I look over at Mateo, surprised at the words, and his face has an almost feral look to it, showing how much he wants Micah. “Yes, fuck, yes,” Micah answers, moving his hips faster.

“You know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Mateo asks, kissing Micah’s neck. “As long as I have,” Micah answers, and Mateo’s head snaps up with a raised brow. “I’m not blind, Tay. You two have to be the sexiest fucking brothers I’ve ever seen.” I chuckle and kiss the back of Micah’s neck. “Let’s show him how sexy. What do you say?” Mateo grins. “Fuck yeah.” He sits up. “Get up.”

Micah and I get to our feet at the end of the bed, waiting to see what he was up to. Mateo lays on the bed with his head hanging off the edge, his mouth back at Micah’s cock. “Fuck my throat, while he fucks your ass.”

“Who had this ass first?” I pant. “You, amore mio, you,” Micah moans, taking my thrusts with ease. “I don’t care who’s here after. This ass. Is. Mine,” I grind out, fucking him ruthlessly. Something inside of me has snapped, and I couldn’t stop it if I tried. “Yours. FUCK! It’s yours.”

Mateo massages Micah’s ass in his hands. “Fuck, your ass is pretty.” Micah laughs, but it comes out husky and deep. “Fuck me.” “What are the magic words?” Mateo taunts, rubbing the head of his cock over Micah’s hole. “Please.” Mateo lines up, and lets the head of his cock pop through, then stops. “Fuck! Please, please.” “I knew you could be a good boy,” Mateo says.