Healing Hearts 10: The Scars That Bind Us

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  “Fuck, that’s hot,” Leif said, and then grunted, roared, and came. He gave her ass a slap as he eased out.

  “Incredible,” he said, and Flynn winked then took his place. He slid his hands along her hips and then to her ass and squeezed.

  “You ready for more?” he asked, and kissed her back and then to ass cheeks. He slid the lube to his fingers and pushed more into her asshole. Her inner muscles gripped his finger.

  “She’s more than ready. Cavanaugh can take her there, too. She loves it,” Knight said, and he played with her breasts.

  The thought, and talk of filling her with cock had him there already. He aligned his cock with her asshole and shoved right in. “Heaven. Your ass is fucking heaven.”

  “Her body is. Look at her muscles, at all the definition and that ass. Fuck, I’m not coming in your mouth, Jo. No, I’m going to fuck your ass when they’re all done. Rock that pussy on their cocks, milk them and make them come,” Cavanaugh ordered, and she thrust and rocked.

  Knight cursed. “What the fuck, Cavanaugh.” He came in her pussy.

  “Shit,” Flynn said and thrust faster and faster, and then roared as he came.

  “Release me, I want your ass,” Cavanaugh said, and Flynn pulled out. Joanna gasped for breath as she released Cavanaugh’s cock. He got off the bed and lifted her up from Knight’s body and then placed her over the bed, spread her thighs and aligned his cock with her asshole.

  “Here I come. You want it, Joanna? Want my cock in your ass?” he demanded.

  “Yes. Do it. Oh God do—”

  She cried out as she slid his cock into her asshole from behind. Her arms were above her head and her cheek against the comforter as Cavanaugh thrust into her ass faster and faster.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  Smack.

  “Oh!” She cried out and came.

  “There! Fuck!” he roared and came.

  “Oh God, I can’t move,” she said, and they chuckled. Flynn helped Cavanaugh as he pulled out of her ass and was off balance.

  “Holy shit. She’s lethal,” he said, and they laughed.

  “She needs to soak in a tub and relax,” Flynn said, and lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom with Knight in tow.

  “I’ll get the water ready,” Knight said, and they took care of their woman, and looked forward to spending the rest of the weekend with her and mostly in bed.

  Chapter 9

  The news stations were carrying on about the multiple terrorist attacks in small communities across the Middle East. There was a bomb threat in New York and another bomb failed to detonate fully in London on one of the commuter trains. It was total chaos and special operations units were called into action. For Porcini, everything was going as planned.

  “As soon as those warehouses are left with lighter security, hit them up. Kill the soldiers and get the guns out of there and delivered,” he told his men, he then looked at Topaz.

  “We can’t take a chance that our operation is being monitored. The accounts have had activity, and they aren’t safe like we thought. It has to be those fucking soldiers working for the CIA.”

  “We got word that a few unknown faces have appeared in the village. How do you want to handle them?” Topaz asked.

  “Grab them up and see what they know, then kill them.”

  “And Tanner? When do you want to send him the message?”

  “The second your men have Joanna in their control. They can’t screw this up Topaz. She’s trained and she’s smart. They have to drug her. I don’t want her battered and bruised when I sell her to Scordona Phatz. He’ll want to cause the bruises while he trains her to be his sex slave.”

  “That’s who you decided to sell her to?” he asked.

  “When I sent along pictures of her and her new capabilities, he bid higher than anyone else. Who would have thought the bitch would make us three hundred grand? Huh, Ortley?” he asked, directing his question to him. Ortley was in a dead stare, looking impatient.

  “I’d be fine with killing her and sending him pictures of her body.”

  “Nice, and the plane to take her to the ship, and the ship transporting the goods are on schedule,” Topaz said.

  “Excellent. Her journey across the ocean in the shipping vessel will surely break her down and hopefully weaken her resolve to fight. Once she is onboard, have them send me a picture and we’ll safely get that to Tanner. See how he feels when we reveal it all to him.”

  * * * *

  It was hard to leave them, but Sunday night came fast, and Monday was the beginning of another hectic week. Joanna wasn’t sure how she felt about Cavanaugh and his brothers speaking to Tanner, but she did want them to do whatever was necessary to stop Ortley, Porcini, and Topaz from committing these terrorist activities and selling weapons to terrorist cells. The television news stations were going crazy over the series of attacks and what was to come in the Middle East. Troops from the US were being sent in, and Flynn and Knight got calls from their commander discussing going in under the radar and doing recon on some leads. Which led to those leads’ connection to Topaz. So of course, her cousins were involved now, too, and her brothers as they were informed of the situation

  It made her concerned for their well-being, and she didn’t want her brothers or anyone she loved going overseas to risk their lives. She was told it wasn’t her concern, but to be diligent in watching her surroundings and taking precautions when she was alone. It made her uneasy, but she really thought they were all just being overprotective, and she found it sexy when her men did it.

  As she drove her car to McCurio’s estate, she looked into her rearview mirror and thought she saw a car pull out from a side street and follow her. This was a pretty quiet road, and never when she came up here did she see a car. She wondered if they lived up here. It looked like a sedan with tinted windows, maybe a car service? She wasn’t sure. As she pulled into the driveway at security speaker at the front gate, the car slowly passed by. She hit the button and gave her name and then the gates opened. She debated about calling her men or her brothers and telling them about the car, but maybe she was paranoid? They were all so crazy this morning and last night, and of course they were all meeting with her cousins and uncle. She wouldn’t call and bother them, or they all might speed here and escort her around, or even scare the hell out of the guy from the car service all because they made her paranoid.

  No, instead she headed to the house and got out of the car, grabbing her things. As she bent into the back seat to grab her phone, she sensed someone behind her, and was shoved over the backseat. Something sharp stuck into her neck. She reacted, swinging her elbow back and colliding with a large man. She pulled back and started to fight him, wondering what was going on, and she saw the gun on his waist and two other men. They were grabbing at her as she sensed her vision blur and realized she had been stuck with some kind of needle. She was scared out of her mind and started screaming, and reached for the gun. She pulled back, shot the gun numerous times, hitting two of the men, but the weakness overtook her body and she fell to the ground and grunted as she tried fighting the drugs, but it was too late. Her face hit the blacktop and she saw the two dead bodies, blood all over the place, and another three men, one who was talking on the phone. Then she saw Mr. McCurio speaking into his phone looking pissed, and then darkness overtook her vision.

  * * * *

  As they were going over questions with Tanner and his sons, Cavanaugh got a call from Commander Brennan. “I need to take this, it’s Brennan,” he said.

  “Maybe he got something on those companies we sent him,” Leif asked, and then looked at his cell. Still no text from Joanna. She should have been done an hour ago.

  “What? No, oh fuck no,” Cavanaugh said.

  “Leif call Joanna. Ford McCurio’s company has been laundering money overseas for Porcini. That’s where she went this morning, to train his girlfriend. It was a fucking set up,” he said.

  Leif jumped up, so
did her cousin and Tanner. “What the fuck?

  “No answer. Pick up, baby. Fuck,” Leif said, and they were all in a panic.

  “Are you sure? Okay, do it and we’ll do, too. We’re headed there now. We’ll get people looking for her.”

  “She has a tracking device on her jeep,” Corona said.

  “Get on that.” Corona was typing on the laptop and everyone was making calls and walking from the house.

  “The jeep is down the road from the McCurio estate in the empty cul-de-sac,” Corona said, and they got into their vehicles.

  Cavanaugh held on to the dashboard as Leif led the way, speeding like he was in high pursuit like a pro. They all got there quickly and could see the federal agent cars and SUVs swarming the entrance to the McCurio estate. They went to the house as Cavanaugh got the message that the jeep was empty. They were going to fingerprint it and look for clues. As they got up the driveway, they could see the tape going up, the front door open and a bunch of agents. When the blood came into view along with two bodies, he felt his heart drop.

  “What the fuck happened?” Leif yelled and approached.

  Brennan was there. “We got McCurio inside. He was packing bags and his passport. His girlfriend was waiting in the home gym for Joanna.”

  “She know anything? Is McCurio talking?” Flynn asked.

  “No, but look,” he said, and pointed up to the security cameras on the front of the house.

  “Let’s go,” Leif said.

  Thirty minutes later, they sat in shock at what took place. Joanna didn’t even know the guy came from behind her. They saw the struggle, a needle on the ground, a syringe they saw when they looked over the crime scene. She got the gun away from the guy and killed both men. Cavanaugh was proud, but more pissed because these men still got her. Her brothers and cousins were irate.

  “We have to find her fast. She can’t go through something like this again. She can’t,” Morris told them.

  “We’ll find her. We’re like two hours behind them. McCurio has to know where they took her,” Knight stated.

  Hours later, McCurio lawyered up and there were no clues as to where she was taken to and how to find them.

  * * * *

  Tanner was standing next to Morris when his cell phone buzzed. At first, he didn’t look at it. Then he pulled it from the clip on his hip and stared at the text from a private number.

  “You think I didn’t know the truth. That I would never find out, but I did, the moment I looked into her eyes and saw you. You fucked my wife because yours died, and you always wanted Holly. Joanna is your daughter, but she’ll never know that. Never see any of you again, and she will suffer for you and Holly’s affair. Who got the last laugh now, Tanner?”

  He was so shocked he lost his balance a moment and hit the wall. Morris grabbed onto him. “Tanner?” he questioned.

  “Oh God. No, it can’t be,” he said.

  “What’s wrong, Dad?” Cliff asked, and he and Briar came over. He showed them the phone.

  “I didn’t know. I never knew,” he said, and tears filled his eyes and he covered his face as Morris took his phone.

  “What?” he asked and looked at his brothers, his cousins. They passed around the phone. Everyone was in shock.

  “Get that phone to Intel now,” Leif stated. “It’s our only clue to where she can be.”

  * * * *

  Four days passed, and McCurio wasn’t budging. His girlfriend was little help, and the phone message went to so many lines it would be impossible to trace. None of them got much sleep. Leif was so overtired and angry fearing what these men could be doing to Joanna, or where she was right now. Danny used his connections and they all gathered their friends in Mercy and Sussex that were military and had some kind of pull together to figure out how to locate her. That’s when Cavanaugh looked up from the computer.

  “I got it. I fucking got something right here,” he called out, and Leif and everyone there walked over.

  “What is it?” Leif asked.

  “The fucks are using a cargo ship to transport stolen weapons and whatever to Cypress. This fucking boat will be there by tomorrow. Left port four fucking days ago. A plane was chartered by McCurio that brought her to the location where this ship sailed. It arrives in Cypress today and perhaps with her onboard.”

  “Let’s move on this, it’s our only clue,” Ace said, and they started working this angle and finding out what they needed. They had to find her quickly.

  * * * *

  Joanna was stuck in the dark. Hands tied at the wrists in front of her and her ankles tied, as well. They knew what she was capable of. She killed those men, fought to not be taken, but they were successful. She thought about her men, about her brothers and cousins, and how they were probably searching for her. It had been a while. How long she didn’t know, but long. She awoke here and there on a boat in the bottom between shipping containers. She was scared, but the drugs seemed to keep her motionless. Even now, as she lay in the bottom of a metal crate on the floor in some dark, cold place, the drugs were still in her system. Perhaps in the little bit of water and food they gave her, that she had to eat like a dog to even get down. Had they laced them with drugs? What if she didn’t eat or drink and just died here. That would piss them off, or make it easy for them, because either way she was taken for a reason again. Revenge? Why? What had she done? Or maybe against her cousins and her men who were investigating Porcini, Topaz, and Ortley?

  She couldn’t think. She was sick, thinner and weak. She wouldn’t be able to fight, and that was what they wanted. She was battling against her mind, thinking this time she would die here, or at the hands of the ones who took her. Would they succeed in killing her or selling her off to some perverted monster? Her mind had flashbacks of years ago and the pain inflicted upon her. Why was this happening again? What had she done to deserve this treatment? Why, when she just met Leif, Flynn, Cavanaugh, and Knight and fell in love with them?

  Jo wanted to cry, but the tears were all gone, indicating she was dehydrated. That alone could kill a person, and it would be painful as her organs shut down and death moved in. She wasn’t ready to die. Was she?

  She heard a noise, then the creaking sound of a metal door opening. A silhouette of a man, and a dim light behind him, illuminating his form appeared in the distance. She blinked her eyes, her head on the cold metal bottom of the crate. Then another person.

  “She’s alive, right?” he asked in an accent.

  “Weak and yes, still alive. We barely fed her and gave her minimal water,” the other man said. She couldn’t keep her eyes open.

  “Good. The truck leaves in an hour. They’ll load her up and she’ll be on her way.”

  “As is or cleaned up?”

  “As is. The sale went through. Her owner will see to her maintenance now.”

  Owner? Oh God no. No please. They sold me to someone? To a rapist, a monster? Oh God no. No!

  She sobbed and moaned until she passed out once again from exhaustion.

  * * * *

  “We’re going to be too fucking late,” Leif roared.

  “We can’t think that way, Leif. We have to believe she’s still alive,” Flynn told him.

  They were all geared up. More than enough men to infiltrate several buildings. All friends of theirs. All military and resourceful. There were the Fordom brothers. Joanna’s brothers, and their cousins. Simon and Aqua Farmer. A few of April’s men. Zayn, Thermo, and Selasi. Kai’s men Phantom, Mike, and Turner. North’s men Watson, Dell, and Fogerty. Amelia’s men even organized a team of mercenaries to assist. Ice, Ranger, and Roman Spencer. Casey’s men were onboard, ready to help and in full combat attire. Eagan, Houston, and Rocky were on intel, they were dating Emma. Conan, Kernan, and Kinchly were on intel, as well, handling incoming logistics along with Rocky, Paulie, and Hendrick who also handled computer intelligence and military logistics. Then Avery, Beck, Brick, and Saber were handling the communications with military personnel and the FBI
, CIA on a down low level.

  All their friends, all men who know Joanna and who were dating Joana’s friends. They all pulled together like one big family.

  “We need to prepare for the worst when we get in that warehouse. Are you going to be able to handle this?” Knight asked Leif.

  “Are you?” he snapped at him. Knight sighed but Flynn took control.

  “This has to go down according to plan or we lose this opportunity to strike. She was there as of 12:00 a.m. this morning. Nothing more came in after that from intel. We move swiftly and we get the fuck out of there with her, understood?” Flynn ordered.

  “Understood,” they replied, and then Flynn looked around them.

  “Let’s move.”

  They drove the vehicles through the small village in Fallujah. They were yards from the facility in a warehouse surrounded by guards when orders came in to hold up.

  “What the fuck?” Knight asked. Morris looked at Flynn as he held his fingers to his ear.

  “The package is no longer in that location. It was moved two hours ago and being prepared to ship out by truck within the hour,” Brennan informed him.

  “How far are we from that location, Brennan?”

  “Five minutes by truck, but you’ll be out in the open and in hostile territory.”

  “Fuck. Can we get air support?”

  “Can work on it through your friends, but will probably take more than five minutes to coordinate and then initiate. The air support on standby are thirty minutes out from your location.”

  “Okay, send them as back up. We’re going in hot. The package has been moved twice in two weeks. Now is the time or we could lose it forever.”

  “Sending air support to the location. Just give the order when needed.”

  “This is fucking bad. We’re going to get taken out by some shit ass tiny terrorist cell with missile launchers,” Cliff said to him.