by Brogan Riley
I rise to my feet and walk out of the police station, my legs spongy. My mind is foggy. My blurry eyes spot Rhue. She’s waiting for me in the parking lot.
She rushes over to me, her big eyes like two flames of one big question. “How bad is it?”
I stop in front of her. “Not bad and very bad.”
She widens her eyes even more as her jaw drops open. “What does the part very bad mean?”
“I don’t know yet. I need to call Florence.” I hold her hand in mine. “Listen… Let’s go for a walk.”
“Okay.”
“I need to talk to you.”
She nods. “Sure.” Her fingers lace with mine, and I pull forward.
We immerse ourselves into a park and drop onto a bench. I draw in a deep breath and tell her everything I know. My words keep flowing as her face turns into a mask.
“You trust that man Kieran?” she finally asks.
“He seems like a decent guy.”
“Serial killers may look like decent guys.”
“I know.” I clench my hands on the back of my neck. “He is a criminal but he seems to be a good man. He’s like Mae. You just know he’s honest.”
Rhue’s face tinges with a coffee-brown pallor. Her nostrils flare, but I can see she’s trying really hard to understand. She’s never judgmental, and she trusts me. She’s my supporter now and in whatever shit the future could bring to us.
“Do you trust Florence, Tyce?” Her scrutinizing eyes sweep over my face. “You do. Good. Call her and demand answers.”
“I will.”
“When we have enough information we’ll discuss it once more.”
“We?” I wink at her.
My eyes roam over my surroundings. A group of teenage girls approaches us. As they move closer to us, I recognize the pleading amazement painting their faces. They’re the band’s fans. A camera flashes to my left and a TV presenter emerges from behind a tree trunk. Her team accompanies her.
Right. So much for being the unknown Ethan Smith.
***
I walk along the path and dial Florence’s number. Her yawning answers me.
“Florence, wake up.”
“What is it, Tyce?”
“The police interrogated me two days ago. They asked about Kieran. They said—“
She takes a sharp breath. “No, it’s not true. You have to believe me.”
“He’s a killer.”
“He isn’t, trust me.”
“But—“
“Tyce, sweetie, I’m begging you, keep quiet. If you don’t, many people may die.”
I huff out. “Fuck.”
“It’s important, sweetie.”
“It’s always important.”
“Why so sarcastic?”
“It’s boggy ground, Florence, or Natroya. Because that’s another face of you?”
“It’s my real name.”
I growl. “I have a family, you know.”
“I wish you all the best. Just keep quiet and everything’s gonna be fine.”
“Sure. One more thing. Two things, in fact.”
“I’m all ears, Tyce.”
“I need papers for one little girl.”
“Forged papers you mean?”
“Yeah.”
“Sure, that’s doable. And the other thing?”
“Mae wants to tell you that she loves you.”
She sucks in a breath and then a squeal leaves her mouth like she’s trying to contain her cry. She hangs up.
A wave of compassion fills me. I didn’t like Florence until the car crash. Now, she feels like a family member to me. I like her.
I trust her.
Chapter 16
Diana
My family’s laughter and shouts resound behind me as I walk across the garden, exchanging winks with my grandpa Adonis Dillard, and enter the kitchen. We celebrated my eighteenth birthday in this bungalow three weeks ago. My adoptive dad Tyce played the guitar for me. Then he showed me my birthday present—a stylish pink car. I can’t drive for shit, but Tyce is determined to make the best driver of the world out of me. Well, good luck with that.
He’s so madly in love with my mom. They’re so happy together.
Right. They have a honeymoon all the time. It’s sometimes embarrassing.
Now, we’re just celebrating the good weather enveloping our piece of the world today. We never miss any opportunity to celebrate. We love having fun in life.
The smell of grilled chicken chases me as I slide the glass door shut behind me. I don’t want any witnesses.
I move toward the tall figure seated on a bar stool. “You okay, Hunter?” My voice stirs.
“Uncle Hunter.” He smirks at me, sweeping his long brown hair down his back.
God, he still looks thirty years old.
He looks like a god—fierce amber eyes, an interesting unshaven face, and ink on his muscular arms.
My hands shake. “You’re not my uncle in fact.”
His eyes flicker with something cold and dangerous. “I am. I will be. Go back to the party.”
His words slice my heart. “I thought you needed company.”
“I need solitude, baby girl.”
He’s been kind of mean to me since my eighteenth birthday, and I don’t understand why.
He’s gone through a lot. He has every right to be mean. It’s just that he’s nice to all the kids in the family. He’s nice to all the women in the family.
He’s not nice to me anymore.
“I can babysit your kids when you’re performing,” I say.
I’ve been doing this for a year and a half.
I’ve been doing this since a fan shot his wife dead. Lena had died in his arms, bleeding to death. The fan was unstable and has been staying in a mental health hospital since then. Hunter had adopted Lena’s twins two months before she died. They’re eleven years old now.
He nods, tiredness painting his face. “Thanks, kid.”
“I’m not a kid.”
His eyes bore into me as he flops from the bar stool. “You are.”
We stand opposite each other, his frame towering over mine. His manly smell circles me—rainforest, tobacco, and a hint of light sweat. His eyes slide down my form and then travel up to my breasts.
I’m wearing a short dress with golden straps and a side split hem. The evening is warm but not warm enough to wear such an indecent piece of black fabric.
Our glances collide and fury explodes in his.
No.
It’s not fury.
It’s lust.
I shiver as heat fills my veins.
Hunter
The little shit wasn’t supposed to grow up.
She did and that happened overnight.
Three weeks ago to be precise.
I need to go.
I need to be far away from her or I’ll do something stupid.
I’ve been sober for all these years. I want to stay like this.
Diana makes me feel insane, makes me feel angry. Makes me feel again.
Her lips part, her ebony breasts waving, as my eyes trail up her neck and sweep across the plumpness and wet gloss of her mouth. Heat rushes to my dick and fuck me, do I want to drive my hard cock into that sweet mouth of hers.
I turn around so that she won’t see the tent in my jeans.
“Hunter?” Her breathy voice lures me with the promise of dainty innocence and makes a beast out of me.
“I’m gonna clear off, kid.”
Marcus and Kate are with my mother-in-law. I’m gonna stretch my body out on the couch and watch an action movie. I’m gonna forget about those full ebony tits of hers, and those full pink lips of hers.
She’s forbidden.
Tyce would kill me if he knew about my dirty fantasies.
Diana
He strides over to the front door and exits the house. I follow him, losing my black high heels down the path. I pick up the pace, my bare feet scratched by the gravel and then by the asphalt
surface of the road.
Hunter pulls open the door of his sports car parked behind the high stone wall that encircles the house. “You need anything?” His voice sounds gravelly. He is menace personified.
“Can we talk?” I squeak.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Diana, for fuck’s sake. Your mother would never forgive me.” He clenches his hands on the back of his neck.
“Forgive you what exactly?”
He grunts, his brooding eyes fixed on mine. Something thickens between us and threatens to explode, to consume me.
“This.” His arm shoots toward me, and he seizes me around the waist.
I yelp as he yanks me to him and his lips slam on mine. My heart stops beating as his tongue parts my lips and invades my mouth like a merciless sword. I melt. His lips crush mine. His facial hair scratches my skin. His smell makes my mind whirl.
Hunter slams me on the car side and kisses me deeper. I can’t breathe. My face seizes with fire from the scratches inflicted by his goatie, but I love this sensation. He lifts my thigh up and wraps it around his waist. His hand squeezes my ass cheek. I shiver as he rubs his erection against my crotch like he’s already inside me.
Panic strangles my heart.
It’s too fast.
It’s too much.
I want it very badly but I don’t.
I pull at his chest. His embrace loosens and I wiggle out, panting. My lips feel swollen and tingly from his kiss.
“You see?” he says with a high-pitched crack in his voice. “You’re fucking too young.”
God, his words slap me like a hand. Heat pours over my cheeks. “I can learn,” I shriek.
“I already have two kids. I don’t need a third one.”
It hurts. Burns like a heated pole is touching my heart.
I understand. He wants a mature woman. He doesn’t want a silly virgin.
Anger wells up in my chest and explodes.
“Fuck you, Hunter.” Tears prick my eyes as I turn around and run over to the house.
Wow. What a show. Like I was five years old. A wave of embarrassment surges through me as my heart races like mad.
“You okay?” My mom’s voice comes to my ears like I’m underwater.
I stop and sniffle. My eyes meet hers.
“Diana, talk to me, honey.”
“Ah, that’s nothing mom.”
“Really? You think I’m blind?”
I swallow thickly. “I love him so much.”
Her lips form a thin line and she looks like she’s pissed off. “He’s too old.”
“Mom, why are you such a hypocrite?”
“Because I’m your mom?” She winks at me.
I wink back and slump into her arms.
“Has she twisted her ankle?” Tyce’s concerned voice comes to my ears.
“No,” my mom says.
“What happened?” he questions.
“Life happened,” my mom says.
I pull away from my mom and see Bryah tumble toward Tyce. My little sister bounces off his leg and starts giggling.
“Hunter kissed Diana,” she twitters. “And Diana kissed Hunter.”
Tyce’s face turns into a ruthless mask; his eyes fill with fury, and he looks like a stone cold killer. “I’m gonna kill the motherfucker.”
Chills go down my spine. My mom lets out a startled gasp.
Tyce rolls his fingers into fists. “He. Is. Dead.” He starts running toward the gate. “She’s my daughter, motherfucker,” he rumbles like thunder.
My sisters and me? We’re his untouchable princesses. Men are not allowed to kiss us. Ever.
I feel proud of my dad. He’s my hero.
I’m scared that he’ll kill Hunter though.
Epilogue
Rhue
Tyce tumbles me over so I’m on my back. His mouth touches my pussy and he thrusts his tongue into my heat. A wave of shivers rolls over me. I hold his cock and wrap my mouth around the head. We turn over on our sides and I draw his cock deeper into my mouth.
He sucks my clitoris as his finger slides into my drenched pussy.
I give. I take.
I love him so much.
He slides two of his fingers into my pussy and fucks me harder. His tongue laps over my clitoris, stripping me of rationality. I’m a hot mess. I’m all greedy need. He pulls his fingers out and slides one into my tight hole. I moan at the sting of decadent pleasure. He fucks my tight hole with his finger, working my pussy with his mouth. I allow his thick shaft to fill my mouth. I come with a long moan.
Tyce tumbles me up so I’m on all fours. He kneels in front of me and drives his cock into my mouth. The head slams on my throat. I gag. Tears fill my eyes.
“Breathe, sweetness, and take me,” he rasps as his hand searches for my breast. He squeezes it and twists my nipple. His cock goes deeper. “That’s it, baby.”
I focus on breathing as he thrusts into my mouth, winding my hair around his fist.
I know what to do because we practice a lot.
Tyce buries his cock into my mouth to the root. I gag again. His cock swells and I feel his cum spurt down my throat. He growls his satisfaction and pulls out. I swallow every drop of his come.
“I’m the happiest man on the face of the earth,” Tyce says.
“I hope so.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I love you more.” He slaps my ass playfully. “Another session?”
“I can’t wait.” I wink at him.
Gloomy thoughts enter my head, distracting me.
Diana and Hunter? What a fucking mess. I don’t know what to do. And the baby? It’s innocent. It needs peace.
“Rhue?”
“I’m fine.”
Tyce draws in a deep breath. “You’re not. You won’t be fine until I talk to him.” He kisses me on the forehead. “I will talk to him, I promise.”
Hope sprouts in my heart. “Thank you. I know it’s hard for you.”
He kisses me on the mouth. “Life, I guess.” He glides his palm over my ass cheek and sits with his feet tucked under his bottom, his hard cock greedy for my pussy.
I straddle him, impaling myself onto his stiff length.
“So good with you, baby,” he moans into my mouth, sliding a finger into my tight opening.
We fuck to the point of total exhaustion.
Tyce tickles my chest with his fingers. “My queen—“
“Don’t.”
“My Roux-Romhilde The First.”
I squeal. “Don’t say it out loud.”
“Romhilde,” he says dramatically.
I erupt into laughter.
We fall asleep and then wake up to live our private fairy tale. There’re bright moments and a few dark ones in our life.
My dad starts attending an Alcoholics Anonymous group. He’s sometimes grumpy but my kids love their grandpa and support him on his way to recovery. My sister visits me with her family. Well… this is a long story.
The younger generation grows up and violent storms roll over our life.
Tyce and me?
Always together.
***
Thank you for reading my book. If you enjoyed this saga, please consider leaving a review.
Planned books:
Her Confession: A BWWM Romance, Hope and Hell Book 3 (Florence’s story).
Hunter: A BWWM Romance, Hope and Hell Book 4 (Diana’s story).
Bryah: A BWWM Romance, Hope and Hell Book 5 (Bryah and Marcus)
His Sweet Wife: A BWWM Hitman Romance.
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