by Forgy, M. N.
She waddles into our bedroom, and I watch her hips that have spread over the last few months sway back and forth as her ass moves with it. Whoever said waddling wasn’t sexy clearly has never seen Jillian do it. Returning with a giant tub of cocoa butter, she comes straight to me.
Dipping my fingers into it, I lift her shirt and rub it all over her swollen belly. She’s only five months along, but she’s getting big. It’s only in her stomach and her tits, not that I’m complaining. Her ass has some extra jiggle to it as well, something I find myself loving more and more. Everything else is staying about the same size though.
“Better?”
“Much.” She exhales, and lowers her shirt.
Sometimes I feel sorry for her. There is no way I could go through the shit she does with those twins. They are definitely Delucas because they just hijacked her body, and took over.
Looking at my shiny hands, I look around the kitchen and grab a towel to wipe my hands on.
“I, uh, I got you something.” My chest constricts. I’ve never gotten anything for anyone. What if she hates it?
“Me?” Her eyes widen with surprise.
Slipping my hand into my pocket I pull out the rosary beads with the cross she used as a weapon.
She gasps, holding her mouth. She hasn’t seen the best part though.
“I was looking for that.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t want to tell you I lost it though.” She smiles, her cheeks blushing.
Her fingers thread through the pink beads, and her eyes widen and a cry sounds from them. A look of utter shock shapes her face, as a slight blush spreads through her cheeks.
“Zeek… is that?” She fingers the ring, and teary eyes meet mine.
I can’t help but smirk. Grabbing her by the hips I pull her to me, and brush the hair from her face.
“I know you can’t marry me, because in doing so you’d have to give up your job. I can’t ask you to do that.” She opens her mouth to defend herself and I cup it to shut her up. “I know the department won’t let a deputy marry a felon. I looked this shit up, sweetheart, but that doesn’t mean I’m not taking your ass off the market right now.” I lower my hand from her mouth to her swollen belly. “We made a family together, and I want to not only be a father but the man you deserve. That means stepping up and crushing my fears of commitment and knowing I can do that with you it doesn’t seem so scary anymore.”
I grab the ring and untangle it from the beads that have a sentimental value to us. “I won’t be easy to love, nothing about me is soft or gentle. But with this ring, I promise to be that man, and always be here. That when the time comes, I will marry you traditionally in some big ass church. In the meantime, I’m going to piss you off and spoil you every day. I’m going to build you a big house so we can fill it with the kids we’re going to make.” I tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her hair. “I’m going to make love to you, and fuck you as much as I possibly can and I promise to never hold back.” My eyes focus on hers, her mouth parted as she takes me in. “I promise to give you everything I am, Rookie.” Releasing her hair I lower my head to hers, and kiss her forehead.
My shoulders feel lighter expelling all my feelings for her. I only recited the shit ten times to Felix and the guys. They only laughed in my face a few times. I can’t wait for them to go through this shit. “Will you let me do those things? Will you let me take care of you?”
Slowly she leans her head back and pins me with watery eyes. My heart beats with every second that she doesn’t respond, nervous she’s going to laugh at my weak proposal. Shit, I should have waited until I could actually marry her.
“Yes. Yes, I want all of that. I want you,” she whispers, and I exhale the breath I was holding. “You get me, you get everything about me and I love you so much I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.” A single tear slips from the corner of her eye, and I can’t help but soak it up with the pad of my thumb.
“We’ll have a ceremony wherever you want, and you can get dressed up. Just like a real wedding but without the legal crap. I wish I could do more, but…”
“No, this is perfect.” She slides the three carat, princess cut ring onto her finger. It fits, thank God. I had to put one of my skull rings on her finger in the middle of the night and try and describe to the jeweler where her finger came to within mine. I’ve planned heists that weren’t that complicated.
“I love it.”
I smile like a fucking fool.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” She nods her head eagerly. “And the rosary,” she laughs, threading them through her fingers.
“I thought with the story behind them, it would be…I don’t know, sweet or something.” I shrug. “I thought about proposing at a restaurant or something fancy, but this is where we became us…where all our secrets started, so I thought it would be perfect.”
She cups my cheek, her ring sparkling. “It was perfect.” That’s a damn relief.
Stepping up behind her I dig my fingers into her hips. “God, I fucking love you. How can someone like me, get so lucky to have someone like you?”
She turns in my hold. “I could say the same about you.”
I kiss her, hard. Nearly knocking her off her feet and she giggles.
“Dinner is done,” she whispers and points at my spot at the end of the table. Turning I see a plate of steaming food. I had plans to fuck her after I proposed to her, but seeing she’s been in here cooking I’m not about to let it go to waste.
“Alright, but after we eat, I’m fucking you on that table.” My brows raise as I head for the seat.
She smiles, practically fucking glowing as she bats her lashes at me.
This, I fucking love this. The idea of a domestic life scared the shit out of me before, but knowing I can be an outlaw by day, and her man and a daddy by night. It’s the best of both worlds.
A lot of people don’t know how Jillian and I can be together and live in opposite worlds. When Jillian got her job back she and I came to an agreement…she doesn’t bring work home, and I don’t bring club business home. We keep them separate.
However, I know the little shit is trying to catch me. It’s who she is, I don’t know what she would do if she actually did catch me though. Probably laugh in my face and say I told you so, right before I got released by their new Lieutenant. It doesn’t matter though, because she’ll never catch me.
The chase is fun though, and it makes the sex that much fucking hotter.
Sitting across from me she stabs a piece of asparagus with her fork, smiling at me while she chews. I can’t help but smile back while I bite into a bread roll.
“How was work? You help catch the fuckers you were after?” I ask.
Her cheeks flush, as she pushes food around in her mouth.
“Not yet, but we will.”
I chuckle silently, chewing hard.
Acknowledgments
Whew, what a wild ride! I loved Jillian and Zeek so much I didn’t want this book to end.
I want to thank so many people for their love and support, but foremost I want to thank all my readers. You are making my dreams come true reading my work, and my words would never justify how grateful I really am. I love what I do, and couldn’t imagine doing anything else. Thank you for taking a chance on me.
A big thank you to my husband. He helped me a lot putting the pieces together where I was getting frustrated. He is my anchor when I’m about to float away to Island Chaos. Love you, babe!
Thank you to my betas! Brie, Andrea, and Carrie. You helped push me, and motivated me to do my best! You’re lifesavers!
And, of course, big kudos to the photographer, Golden, for taking such a sexy cover photo of Nick Bennet. I am so in love with this cover that Sara Eirew put together. Great team.
Ellie from LoveNBooks. I love you, and you rock for putting up with my overuse of commas and fragments. Thank you for editing for me.
Big shout out to my Little Devils street team. You girls are l
ike family, and I love you all. Your support and effort mean the world to me!
I want to say thank you to The Rock Stars of Romance. They are absolutely amazing in everything they do and I am honored to be working with them.
I want to thank all of the blogs for promoting me and sharing my work. Kinky Girls Book Obsession, Southern Vixens, NA Book Obsessions, My One True Book Obsession, and Atria Books, just to name a few. So many support me and I am speechless daily. I know blogging is hard work, and I appreciate that you take the time to read my books and review and post about them.
Thank you for reading Mercy, everyone! I hope I didn’t forget anyone, but if I did slap me in the back of the head. ☺
Love, Forgy
Retaliate
Sin City Outlaws MC Book 3
By M.N. Forgy
Copyright © 2017 M.N. Forgy
Edited by Ellie McLove
Cover Photography Sara Eirew
Proofed by Kim Ginsberg
Formatted by Max Henry
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This book in no way displays the law enforcement in Las Vegas, though there are details that are accurate it wouldn’t be any fun if we didn’t twist it with some fiction.
A past never told to the innocent, until whispered by the convict.
Retaliate ( Book 3)
Retaliate ( Book 3)
Prologue
Brown 5
Age unknown
My ribs hurt and my head is pounding. I’m so cold my teeth are starting to chatter. I’m in the far side of my cage where the light – a naked light bulb hangs from the ceiling of the corridor- doesn’t reach. I want to sleep, but that’s when the rats get you. Pulling my finger up I inspect the cut on my thumb from the rat that bit me last night when I was sleeping.
Scooting across the dirt floor, I pull my bloody matted hair away from my face and rest my head on the metal bars that contain me in my cage. I can hear a girl crying across from me. I don’t cry anymore, it doesn’t help you none. It just seems to piss the handlers off and dehydrate you. Seeing as we don’t get food or water very much, it seems like a waste to cry over something that won’t change. Flies land and fly around the bucket behind me, which is where I use the bathroom when needed and hasn’t been dumped in days. My stomach cramps with a loud growl and I hunch over in pain. I lost my last fight and haven’t eaten in days, and I need a bath. I should have tried harder, but I hate hurting other people. Especially Black A. She has dark hair and the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen. She is skinny from not eating, and weak. Digging my toes into the dirt floor, I wonder what awaits me when I’m next taken out of my cage. Will I fight again? Or will I be instructed to shoot that gun again? I hate the gun, it’s too big for my hands.
Sighing, my head falls to my knees, and I begin to a draw the sun into the mud with my fingernail. I can’t help but wonder what the purpose of all this is. Why am I here, and what they want with me? I stopped thinking about my parents a long time ago. I don’t remember their faces, and like someone who died you begin to slowly forget even if you don’t want to.
I was so excited to see the M&M store that day. Closing my eyes, I remember getting pulled back in the crowd of people on the sidewalk, then a cloth shoved over my face. Black took over my fear before I could scream, and I woke up here.
That was a long time ago though.
“Brown 5, up!” Black Hat snaps me from my blurred memory. That’s what I call him as I don’t know his name and he’s always wearing a black hat. I asked him his name once and he got so mad I was put on a leash. I’m also not allowed to look him straight in the eye but I sometimes sneak a glimpse when his hat is pulled up just a little. He has dark beady eyes and tanned skin. It makes me jealous to think he gets to play in the sun as much as he wants while I only get to see it when I’m brought out to train. Black Hat is my caregiver and trainer. There is someone higher than him, but I’ve never met him. I just know all this is for him. That he is preparing for a war and we are his soldiers.
“I said up, Brown 5!” Black Hat snaps, slamming a metal baseball bat against the cage. The sound of metal against metal makes my ears ring.
I stand on shaky legs and await my next command. Looking under my thick lashes, I wonder what it would be like to kill Black Hat. Let him see what it’s like to fight for his life. Quickly I look down, scared he can read my thoughts and I’ll be punished.
“You’ll be training with an opponent today, so turn around.” Black Hat twirls his finger indicating he wants me to turn around, so I do.
“Who am I fighting today?” I ask with a scratchy voice, wanting water so bad it hurts. He ignores me, and fists my mud-plastered hair, braiding it. “You got this one Brown 5,” he whispers as his fingers make quick work of my dark hair. I bite my bottom lip to not smile, but it’s useless. Black Hat is fond of me - or I like to think so anyway. He thinks I have potential to make the Boss happy and I long for that approval.
Following Black Hat, we pass the other rooms - cages. Girls and boys pull and tug on the barred doors, screaming and yelling for food and water. The sound used to bother me, but now I find it to be soothing - like a lullaby. If I don’t hear it, I can’t sleep at night. I need to hear the fear and terror in their screams. It drowns out my own despair.
I follow him down the dirt tunnel where the coldness that usually bites into your bones begins to dissipate into something much warmer. We must be closer to the surface, to the desert floor. We are underground, I know that much, the only escape I know of is the big break in the dirt ceiling where we battle one another.
Sunshine illuminates just down the path, and my feet begin to pick up the pace in excitement. I want to feel the rays of sunshine, feel its warmth on my skin. They tell you hell is a hot place filled with fire and terror, but I’m here to tell you it’s dark and freezing cold.
“Easy, Brown 5,” Black Hat warns, and I slow my pace. At the end of the tunnel, it opens to a wide circle. The ceiling opened to a bright blue sky. I walk into the sun splayed along the blood-splattered ground, and lean my head back, soaking in the heat. It feels so good, so warm I close my eyes and inhale the fresh smell, the slight breeze that swirls down from above.
A fist to the back of my head snaps me into the moment. Pain racing through my skull and pounding behind my eyes until they water. My brows furrowing, and heart beating hard I turn with a high kick to whoever my opponent is.
It’s Black A. Her hair is cut choppy, and she’s covered in as much dirt as I am today.
“Get her Black A!” a man yells on her side. Her trainer, no doubt.
She screams and runs at me, knocking me to the ground. My head slams on a rock as I fall. Stars dance behind my eyelids, pain drilling into my skull. I want to cry, but warriors don’t cry, that’s what Black Hat told me.
The girl slams her fist into my eye over and over, a flash of white light and pressure with every fist to my face as warm blood presses from my face. A piece of me wants her to win, she looks so hungry, but if I lose too many I will disappear like the others.
“Come on Brown 5!” Black Hat shouts. Using the last bit of strength I
have, I reach for the rock behind my head and pull it from its purchase in the ground.
Opening my injured eye, Black A straddles my body with both hands fisted in the air ready to pummel me. Before she can lay another hit on me, I slam the rock into the side of her head, throwing her off me.
She falls to the dirt floor in a tangle of bony limbs. I rush over to her with the rock in my hand. I straddle her body and begin to beat her over and over with the small rock in my hand. The sound of skin ripping, bone cracking not bothering me at all. The cut on my thumb from that stupid rat, bleeding and stinging not slowing me down. All I can think about is food, the praise I’ll get, and a maybe a warm bath.
Instantly a hand is cupped around my neck and it’s like a numbness washes over me. Relaxing me. I’m lifted off the girl and onto my feet. The bloody rock falls from my aching fingers as I stare blankly ahead at nothing in particular out of my good eye. A haze of compliance surfing through me like I was injected with a drug they used to give me when I was defiant.
I lift my chin, blow out a steady breath and push it down deep hoping one day I’ll forget this world.
Forget what I’m capable of.
Forget the savage acts I’ve done to survive.
Just like I forgot who I was before I became Brown 5.
Alessandra
Present
Peeling back the warm foil enveloping the burrito, the smell of chicken, beans, and rice dance in a rhythm that has my stomach growling with mercy. My eyes nearly roll into the back of my head as I double fist it, and shove as much as I can into my mouth.
I don’t take dinner breaks lightly, and I certainly don’t take burrito breaks less than serious. The passenger cruiser door opens, and Raven slides into the seat with a bag from We Love Coneys.
