Torn in Half: A Trident Security Novella: Book 8.5
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Torn in Half
A Trident Security Novella: Book 8.5
Samantha A. Cole
Suspenseful Seduction Publishing
Torn in Half
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Copyright ©2019 Samantha A. Cole
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Suspenseful Seduction Publishing
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Torn in Half is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Editing by Eve Arroyo
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Contents
Who’s Who and the History of
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Other Books By Samantha A. Cole
About the Author
Who’s Who and the History of
***While not every character is in every book, these are the ones with the most mentions throughout the series. This guide will help keep readers straight about who’s who.
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Trident Security (TS) is a private investigative and military agency, co-owned by Ian and Devon Sawyer. With governmental and civilian contracts, the company got its start when the brothers and a few of their teammates from SEAL Team Four retired to the private sector. The original six-man team is referred to as the Sexy Six-Pack, as they were dubbed by Kristen Sawyer, née Anders, or the Alpha Team. Trident had since expanded and former members of the military and law enforcement have been added to the staff. The company is located on a guarded compound, which was a former import/export company cover for a drug trafficking operation in Tampa, Florida. Three warehouses on the property were converted into large apartments, the TS offices, gym, and bunk rooms. There is also an obstacle course, a Main Street shooting gallery, a helicopter pad, and more features necessary for training and missions.
In addition to the security business, there is a fourth warehouse that now houses an elite BDSM club, co-owned by Devon, Ian, and their cousin, Mitch Sawyer, who is the manager. A lot of time and money has gone into making The Covenant the most sought after membership in the Tampa/St. Petersburg area and beyond. Members are thoroughly vetted before being granted access to the elegant club.
There are currently over fifty Doms who have been appointed Dungeon Masters (DMs), and they rotate two or three shifts each throughout the month. At least four DMs are on duty at all times at various posts in the pit, playrooms, and the new garden, with an additional one roaming around. Their job is to ensure the safety of all the submissives in the club. They step in if a sub uses their safeword and the Dom in the scene doesn’t hear or heed it, and make sure the equipment used in scenes isn’t harming the subs.
The Covenant’s security team takes care of everything else that isn’t scene-related, and provides safety for all members and are essentially the bouncers. With the recent addition of the garden, and more private, themed rooms, the owners have expanded their self-imposed limit of 350 members. The fire marshal had approved them for 500 when the warehouse-turned-kink club first opened, but the cousins had intentionally kept that number down to maintain an elite status. Now with more room, they are increasing the membership to 500, still under the new maximum occupancy of 720.
Between Trident Security and The Covenant there’s plenty of romance, suspense, and steamy encounters. Come meet the Sexy Six-Pack, their friends, family, and teammates.
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The Sexy Six-Pack (Alpha Team)
and Their Significant Others
Ian “Boss-man” Sawyer: Devon and Nick’s brother; retired Navy SEAL; co-owner of Trident Security and The Covenant; husband/Dom of Angelina (Angel).
Devon “Devil Dog” Sawyer: Ian and Nick’s brother; retired Navy SEAL; co-owner of Trident Security and The Covenant; husband/Dom of Kristen; father of John Devon “JD.”
Ben “Boomer” Michaelson: retired Navy SEAL; explosives and ordnance specialist; husband/Dom of Katerina; son of Rick and Eileen.
Jake “Reverend” Donovan: retired Navy SEAL; sniper; husband/Dom of Nick; brother of Mike; Whip Master at The Covenant.
Brody “Egghead” Evans: retired Navy SEAL; computer specialist; husband/Dom of Fancy.
Marco “Polo” DeAngelis: retired Navy SEAL; communications specialist and back up helicopter pilot; husband/Dom of Harper; father to Mara.
Nick “Junior” Sawyer: Ian and Devon’s brother; retired Navy SEAL; husband/submissive of Jake.
Kristen “Ninja-girl” Sawyer: author of romance/suspense novels; wife/submissive of Devon; mother of “JD.”
Angelina “Angie/Angel” Sawyer: graphic artist; wife/submissive of Ian.
Katerina “Kat” Michaelson: dog trainer for law enforcement and private agencies; wife/submissive of Boomer.
Millicent “Harper” DeAngelis: lawyer; wife/submissive of Marco; mother of Mara.
Francine “Fancy” Maguire: baker; wife/submissive of Brody.
Extended Family, Friends, and
Associates of the Sexy Six-Pack
Mitch Sawyer: Cousin of Ian, Devon, and Nick; co-owner/manager of The Covenant, Dom to Tyler and Tori.
T. Carter: US spy and assassin; works for covert agency Deimos; Dom of Jordyn.
Jordyn Alvarez: US spy and assassin; member of covert agency Deimos; submissive of Carter.
Tyler Ellis: Stockbroker; lifestyle switch—Dom of Tori; submissive of Mitch.
Tori Freyja: K9 trainer for veterans in need of assistance/service dogs; submissive of Mitch and Tyler.
Parker Christiansen: owner of New Horizons Construction; husband/Dom of Shelby; adoptive father of Franco and Victor.
Shelby Christiansen: stay-at-home mom; two-time cancer survivor; wife/submissive of Parker; adoptive mother of Franco and Victor.
Curt Bannerman: retired Navy SEAL; owner of Halo Customs, a motorcycle repair and detail shop; husband of Dana; stepfather of Ryan, Taylor, Justin, and Amanda. Lives in Iowa.
Dana Prichard-Bannerman: teacher; widow of retired SEAL Eric Prichard; wife of Curt; mother of Ryan, Taylor, Justin, and Amanda. Lives in Iowa.
Jenn “Baby-girl” Mullins: college student; goddaughter of Ian; “niece” of Devon, Brody, Jake, Boomer, and Marco; father was a Navy SEAL; parents murdered.
Mike Donovan: owner of the Irish pub, Donovan’s; brother of Jake; submissive to Charlotte.
Charlotte “Mistress China” Roth: Parole officer; Domme and Whip Master at The Covenant; Domme of Mike.
Travis “Tiny” Daultry: former professional football player; head of security at The Covenant and Trident compound; occasional bodyguard for TS.
Doug “Bullseye” Henderson: retired Marine; head of the Personal Protection Division of TS.
Rick and Eileen Michaelson: Boomer’s parents; guardians of Alyssa. Rick is a retired Navy SEAL.
Charles “Chuck” and Marie
Sawyer: Ian, Devon, and Nick’s parents. Charles is a self-made real estate billionaire. Marie is a plastic surgeon involved with Operation Smile.
Will Anders: Assistant Curator of the Tampa Museum of Art; Kristen Anders’s cousin.
Dr. Roxanne London: pediatrician; Domme/wife (Mistress Roxy) of Kayla; Whip Master at Covenant.
Kayla London: social worker; submissive/wife of Roxanne.
Grayson and Remington Mann: twins; owners of Black Diamond Records; Doms/fiancés of Abigail; members of The Covenant.
Abigail Turner: personal assistant at Black Diamond Records; submissive/fiancée of Gray and Remi.
Chase Dixon: retired Army Ranger; owner of Blackhawk Security; associate of TS.
Reggie Helm: lawyer for TS and The Covenant; Dom/husband of Colleen.
Alyssa Wagner: teenager saved by Jake from an abusive father; lives with Rick and Eileen Michaelson.
Dr. Trudy Dunbar: Psychologist.
Carl Talbot: college professor; Dom and Whip Master at The Covenant.
Jase Atwood: Contract agent/mercenary; Lives on the island of St. Lucia; Dom of Brie.
Brie Hanson: Owner of Daddy-O’s in St. Lucia; submissive of Jase.
The Omega Team and
Their Significant Others
Cain “Shades” Foster: retired Secret Service agent.
Tristan “Duracell” McCabe: retired Army Special Forces
Logan “Cowboy” Reese: retired Marine Special Forces; former prisoner of war. Boyfriend/Dom of Dakota.
Valentino “Romeo” Mancini: retired Army Special Forces; former FBI Hostage Rescue Team (HRT) member.
Darius “Batman” Knight: retired Navy SEAL; husband/Dom of Tahira.
Kip “Skipper” Morrison: retired Army; former LAPD SWAT sniper.
Lindsey “Costello” Abbott: retired Marine; sniper.
Dakota Swift: Tampa PD undercover police officer; submissive girlfriend to Logan.
Tahira: Princess of Timasur, a small North African nation; wife/submissive of Darius.
Trident Support Staff
Colleen McKinley-Helm: office manager of TS; wife/submissive of Reggie.
Tempest “Babs” Van Buren: retired Air Force helicopter pilot; TS mechanic.
Russell Adams: retired from Navy; assistant TS mechanic.
Nathan Cook: former computer specialist with the National Security Agency (NSA).
Conrad “CC” Chapman: retired Air Force pilot; current pilot of TS jet.
Clinton Howe: retired Air Force pilot; TS jet co-pilot when needed.
Members of Law Enforcement
Larry Keon: Assistant Director of the FBI.
Frank Stonewall: Special Agent in Charge of the Tampa FBI.
Calvin Watts: Leader of the FBI HRT in Tampa.
Colt Parrish: Major Case Specialist, Behavioral Analysis Unit.
The K9s of Trident
Beau: An orphaned Lab/Pit mix, rescued by Ian. Now a trained K9 who has more than earned his spot on the Alpha Team.
Spanky: A rescued Bullmastiff with a heart of gold, owned by Parker and Shelby.
Jagger: A rescued Rottweiler trained as an assistance/service animal for Russell.
FUBAR: A Belgian Malinois who failed aggressive guard dog training. Adopted by Babs.
BDSM: Bravo, Delta, Sierra, and Mike, two Belgian Malinoises and two German shepherds, the guard dogs at the Trident compound: Ian named them using the military communication’s alphabet.
1
As the clock struck midnight in Tampa, Florida, Ian Sawyer closed the file he’d been reading, picked up the remote, and shut off the TV. CNN, Fox, MSNBC, and all the other news stations had been covering a natural gas explosion that had flattened three four-story, brownstone, apartment buildings in New York City since just after 4:30 p.m. At last count, six victims had been transported to the hospital with varying degrees of injuries, while seven bodies had been pulled from the rubble. Several hours after the residential neighborhood had gone up in a fireball, NYPD, the FBI, and Homeland Security all finally confirmed there was nothing to indicate it had been an act of terrorism. In fact, 9-1-1 had received two calls about the smell of gas just minutes before the explosion. As a retired Navy SEAL and current co-owner of a private security company with numerous government contracts, Ian had a vested interest in any incident that might be terrorist related, especially on US soil.
Standing, he stretched and smirked when his dog, Beau, did the same. The lab/pit mix had literally ended up on Ian’s doorstep when he was a puppy several years ago. Ian had adopted him and trained him to be a protection dog for the fenced-in compound where he and his two brothers lived with their families. Recently they’d added four more dogs to the growing business—B.D.S.M, which stood for Bravo, Delta, Sierra, and Mike—two Belgian Malinoises and two German Shepherds. Their names had been a nod to Ian’s other venture, The Covenant, a lifestyle club that he’d owned with his brother Devon and their cousin, Mitch, which was also located within the compound. As a result of the new canine additions, Beau’s duties had been modified, and he was now in charge of protecting Ian’s pregnant wife, Angie, and Devon’s wife, Kristen, and son, JD.
Beau’s collar had a fob on it that opened doggie doors throughout the four buildings on the property, as well as one in the fence that separated the one that housed the club from the rest of them. The dog could come and go as he pleased and got plenty of exercise during the day, which meant Ian didn’t need to take him for a walk before going to bed.
Turning out the lights in the living room, he ambled down the hallway to the master bedroom suite. The apartment was huge, just like the other three in the building, and could rival any penthouse in Tampa. After Ian had gotten over his initial shock that he was going to be a father, he’d insisted on hiring a cleaning woman to come in twice a week. At first, Angie had argued with him about it—she had her own way of doing things—but as the pregnancy progressed, and she’d gotten tired easily, she’d reluctantly agreed he’d been right. Now, she admitted to looking forward to having the woman stay on for at least the next few months. Ian was more than happy to keep the woman on indefinitely, so Angie could spend her time enjoying their new baby and getting rest whenever she needed it. He’d already moved things around in his TS office and created a baby corner, in case his wife needed a break from their newborn. A portable crib and changing table had been installed last week, to go with a small cabinet stocked with anything and everything the baby might need. His mother had laughed when he’d told her about it in their last phone conversation. Meanwhile his father had said he was glad to hear his oldest son had gotten his fair share of “smart” genes when it came to keeping the peace in his marriage. Dev had been mad he hadn’t thought of all that when JD had been born, but he’d quickly rectified the situation and now had a similar set up in his own office. Notwithstanding his father’s tongue-in-cheek remark, Ian was looking forward to spending time with his child whenever he could. Although, before meeting Angie, he’d thought he wouldn’t be having any kids, despite the natural protective and nurturing instincts, among a few other traits, that made him a Dominant in the BDSM lifestyle.
Passing one of the two smaller bedrooms, Ian glanced inside where all the neutral-gender baby stuff was waiting for the new arrival. Gone were the pinks and purples that had been the decor after his goddaughter, Jenn Mullins, had come to live with him after her parents had been murdered. She now lived in one of the other apartments by herself, while finishing up her college education and an internship in social work. Ian and the rest of the TS Alpha team were her unofficial uncles. Having watched her grow from the moment she’d been born, the six men were having trouble coming to terms with the fact she was now a grown woman. They now had to sit back and let her make her own decisions in life, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t give any guy she dated the third degree. They’d make sure the man who won Jenn’s heart would know he’d be fed to the sharks in the Gulf of Mexico if he ever did anything to hurt her.
; Little Bit, as Ian and Angie had dubbed their child, was due in five days, but, according to the obstetrician, the baby could come at any moment during the next week or so. That announcement from yesterday’s appointment had been driving Ian nuts. Modern science could predict tsunamis, find a black hole fifty-five-million light years away, and create artificial limbs with a freaking 3D printer, but they couldn’t tell him what day his kid was going to be born.
With Beau following, Ian entered the master bedroom. The faint moonlight peeking through the window blinds enabled him to make out his sleeping wife’s form. He was glad she was out like a light, given how uncomfortable her back and legs had been lately, and how many times she had to get up to use the bathroom each night. How men thought women were the weaker sex was beyond Ian. He knew it wasn’t true and Angie hadn’t even gone into labor yet. She’d suffered through horrible morning sickness early in her pregnancy, which had then morphed into managing day-to-day activities while having the equivalent of a medicine ball strapped to her abdomen 24/7. And now, she faced trying to push a watermelon through something that was tight enough to strangle his cock. Nope, women were definitely the stronger sex, and Ian was man enough to admit it.
As Beau spun a few circles on his large dog pillow on the floor in one of the corners of the room, Ian climbed into the king-sized bed and tried to get comfortable without waking Angie. Unfortunately, he wasn’t successful.