I'll Be There: BWWM Romance (Brothers From Money Book 5)

by Shanade White

  Michael had known that she wasn’t hurting for money, but he’d had no idea just how wealthy she was. Any idea that she might be after him for his money quickly became laughable when he looked at the property. Although it was in a bit of disrepair, the grounds alone were worth millions. He had to smile a little when Garrett and Nate had the same reaction, but then it was time to plan their strategy.

  *****

  Annabelle woke up her arms and legs numb from being tied in an awkward position for so long, she must have dozed, but she wasn’t sure for how long. But then she realized what had woken her, the car had stopped. Her heart began to pound in her chest, her parents had died for the formula, she could only imagine how mad her captor would be when he found out she didn’t know where it was.

  The back door opened and the man said, “I know you probably need a bathroom break and frankly I’d just as soon not have a mess in my car. I’m going to untie you’re feet and hands, but if you even think of taking off either the gag or the blindfold I won’t hesitate to shoot you. Am I clear?”

  Annabelle nodded her head vigorously, she did need to pee, the need growing stronger the more she thought about it. She felt the bonds on her hands and feet released and wiggled them to return circulation. All too soon she was roughly pulled out of the car and a gun was shoved into her back.

  “Walk, I’ll tell you when to stop.” The man said, shoving her.

  She was happy to cooperate, any thoughts of possible escape over ridden by her need to relive her bladder. When the man told her to stop, she did, then waited while he stepped away. “Go ahead, but don’t try anything.” He said from a distance away.

  Annabelle quickly relieved herself, not an easy task blindfolded, then waited. Now was not the time to try anything, she could tell from the silence that they were a long way from anywhere. She walked as slowly as she could on the way back to the car, her mind searching for anything that might help her. Then she remembered Garrett’s self-defense lecture.

  When the man tied her hands behind her back she bent her wrists so that she had some play, then when he threw her back in the car she made sure to fall so her hands were up against the back of the seat. If she was lucky she’d be able to loosen the knots and get free. It was the only hope she could see, with her hands free she might be able to escape the next time they stopped.

  She was able to loosen the knots to the point that only one small pull would allow the rope to slide off her wrists, but to her dismay when they stopped the next time the man said, “Well, here we are, home sweet home. Have you missed it?”

  He removed the restraints from her feet, but to her relief he left her wrists bound. “We’re going to quietly walk back to the lab, you’re going to disarm the security system and then you’ll go in and get the formula and bring it to me. I don’t want to kill you but I will if I have to.” He said, pushing her forward with the gun pressed into her back.

  After Annabelle had stumbled several times, she realized that the path back to the lab must have gotten overgrown, spotting another possible advantage she pretended to trip every time her foot came in contact with something sticking out. Finally her captor got fed up and took off the blindfold.

  “If you look at me you’re dead.” He said, into the back of her neck. But Annabelle had gotten what she wanted, she could see.

  The sight of her home and the lab almost made her forget for a second why she was here. Fighting back tears, she looked around scanning the forest that bordered the property. If someone was here to save her, they’d be hiding in those trees. She said a prayer that was answered when she saw just the slightest movement in the trees. Now she just need to stall or catch her captor off guard.

  As the approached the key pad that was the first layer of security on the lab, the man hesitated for just a second, a flash of metal in the sunlight catching his attention. Annabelle knew that this was her chance, spinning in a move that Garrett had made her perform over and over until she could do it smoothly, she brought her fists up and smashed them into the man’s nose.

  Blood gushed from his broken nose and the gun flew out of his hands, in seconds she had it in her hand and pointed at him. He looked up at her and laughed, “Nice move, but there’s no way you’re going to shoot me.”

  “Bet me.” She said, pointing the gun at the ground next to where he was standing and firing off a shot which hit the ground right next to his foot. “Next one goes into your knee cap.”

  Just then Garrett, Michael, and Nate came around the corner of the lab. Nate grabbed the man and pushed him to the ground, Garrett took the gun from her trembling hands, shaking his head. “Damn, she got him all on her own. It’s a good thing we’re here buddy, she might have shot you.”

  Annabelle stood there rooted to the spot, but then suddenly Michael’s arms were around her. “Oh my God Annabelle. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He was running his hands over her body looking for the source of the blood all over her.

  “It’s not mine.” She said, pointing to the man on the ground whose nose was still bleeding profusely. “I’m okay.”

  Michael took her in his arms and held her tightly until they heard the sirens in the distance. Annabelle looked at Michael and said, “I know where the formula is. We need to hurry and get it before the cops get here. I don’t want anyone to know it’s been found.”

  She had them in the building in only a few minutes, then went right to her old microscope and removed the bottom. There she found a rolled up stack of papers with her father’s distinctive handwriting on them. Quickly putting everything back where she’d found it, they went back outside, the formula tucked in the back of Michael's pants.

  Hours later, Michael all but carried an exhausted Annabelle into the room he’d rented for the night. Garrett and Nate had already gone home, their participation in the events of the last 24 hours duly recorded by law enforcement. Since they’d had little to do with the apprehension of the suspect, their guns stashed in the trunk of the car, there was no reason for them to stay.

  Annabelle would have to give further statements in the morning, Michael had been forced to get nasty with the detectives who asked over and over if they’d gone inside the lab, and still couldn’t believe that Annabelle had taken the man down on her own. But finally they’d let Michael take her away for some much needed rest.

  He undressed her and put her to bed as soon as they got to the room, deciding that although she probably needed to eat, sleep was best for now. Hours later Annabelle awoke frightened at first because she had no idea where she was. But Michael was at her side immediately, holding her as she cried when the memories came rushing back.

  When she’d cried herself out, she was shaking, her body sore from being tied up for hours. “How about a hot shower, it might help.” Michael said, helping her out of bed.

  “Okay, I do feel dirty.” She said, her teeth chattering.

  Michael hustled her into the bathroom, a miracle of glass and chrome with the biggest shower Annabelle had ever seen. It was more than big enough for two of them with water jets on three sides. Michael made the water as hot as he could, then stripped off her bra and panties and helped her into the shower, then stripped off his own clothes and joined her.

  After standing in the hot water for a few minutes, Annabelle’s shivering began to stop, Michael had wrapped his arms around her and between him and the hot water, she was beginning to feel better. Surprisingly, as numb as she was her body began to respond to Michael’s, his erection was pressing up against her back, making little tremors of desire spread out from her belly.

  She looked up at Michael, needing some reassurance that they were okay. Michael lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that told her everything she needed to know, it was tender but possessive. “I thought I was going to lose you today.” He said, turning her around and letting her hair out of the sloppy ponytail she’d had it up in.

  “I’m sorry, I tried to tell you.” She said, closing her eyes as he pushed her head under t
he water.

  “I know, that’s my fault for not listening to you. I promise I’ll never let that happen again.” He said, massaging shampoo into her hair.

  She was silent while he washed and rinsed her hair, the feel of his hands on her scalp only intensifying the desire that had been building. When he took the soap and began to wash her back, rubbing her back in wide circles, then moving lower, down her legs to her feet, all thoughts of her ordeal were lost to the pleasure that Michael’s hands were creating.

  Needing the release only Michael could give her, she blocked everything from her mind but Michael’s soapy hands on her warm flesh. When he moved around in front of her, her breath caught in her throat, his hands moving up her legs sending waves of anticipation through her. But his hands slid past the place she most wanted to be touched, up her stomach to her breasts.

  He used the bar of soap to tease her nipples, sliding the bar over them again and again until she was trembling with need. She all but fell into his arms, unable to hold herself up, the force of her need driving her to take him in her hands and stroke him. A bold move she’d only made one other time.

  Michael sucked in a deep breath, then pulled her arms up around his neck, bending to find her mouth for a searing kiss. His tongue found hers, as his hand finally dipped between her legs to slide slickly between her folds. Michael again used the soap to tease her, sliding it between her legs until she was panting, her orgasm only seconds away. But before she could tumble over the top, Michael broke the kiss and rinsed her off.

  Shutting off the shower her wrapped her in a towel, then dried her hair. Quickly drying himself off, he led her to the bed, pulled the towel off and helped her lie down. Michael was standing over her, his still wet body glistening in the dim light from the lamp. Just looking at his erection gave her a thrill deep inside.

  Michael knelt down on the bed next to her, his eyes sweeping from her feet to the top of her head where her wet hair was spread across the pillow. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He said, his eyes alight with desire. “Open yourself for me.”

  Annabelle could hardly breathe, anticipation making her heart thud, as she spread her legs for Michael. He slid down next to her, his hand going to her clit to rub her while his mouth found one hard nipple, then moved to the other. She was immediately on fire, her orgasm building. Her hips rising to meet his hand when he slid a finger inside her.

  Michael moved between her legs and pulled her legs up to his shoulders, then slowly slid inside her, his eyes locked on hers. As he pushed himself deeper inside her, Annabelle knew she loved this man like she’d never loved anyone before, the feeling of him joined to her, only reaffirming what she’d known for a long time.

  As Michael began to rock inside Annabelle, he saw the look of love in her eyes and knew that come what may they’d always be together. His fierce little lioness had survived her ordeal and was now all his to love for the rest of their lives. The intense feelings flowing between them joined as they were, took his breath away and when his orgasm began to build, he knew that he was lost forever.

  Annabelle was lost in Michael’s eyes, wanting only to please him as much as he pleased her. She reached between them and touched her clit, having read that men liked that. Michael’s response told her she’d done the right thing. But soon the action of her own finger, together with Michael buried so deeply inside her, had her screaming his name as her orgasm made the world go black for long seconds.

  Michael lost all control when Annabelle reached between them and began stroking herself, he felt her body contract with the force of her orgasm and the sound of his name coming out of her mouth drove him over the edge. Several deep hard strokes was all it took for him to spill himself into her quivering body.

  Later as they lay together, Michael stroking her damaged hip with gentle fingers, he looked into her eyes and said, “I don’t know where I’ll be going after I leave the ranch, but I hope you’ll come with me. I love you Belle.”

  Annabelle couldn’t help but shed a few tears when she heard the words she’d been longing to hear. “I love you too Michael and I can’t imagine being anywhere but by your side.” She said, throwing herself into his arms.

  *****

  Annabelle heard Michael honking the horn on the truck again, she’d been standing in the nursery saying goodbye to the babies. She’d become attached to each of them while she’d been there and it was hard to say goodbye. So much had happened over the last year that sometimes it was hard to remember who she was when she got there.

  She’d been wounded both physically and mentally, but through the love of the Terrells and Michael she’d learned to trust again. Her hand automatically went to the necklace that hung around her neck, then to the spot on her collar bone where she’d gotten a matching tattoo. Michael had one as well, their symbol of the love they shared.

  Knowing she couldn’t make him wait any longer, she ran down the stairs and outside. Laughing when she saw the line of vehicles behind their new home on wheels. From now on she and Michael would be living in the new trailer they’d bought as they moved from job to job while Michael established himself in the restoration business. She had no idea what she was going to do with her life, but for now this was enough.

  She’d turned the formula over to Donovan and Terrell Industries with the understanding that it would be sold at cost and available to anyone who wanted it. It was a solution her father would have been pleased with and Donovan was thrilled at the prospect of launching a pharmaceutical branch to research and produce the vaccine.

  Scott and Marc had been sent home by Nicolas who had decided to stay and get caught up with his brother, they were currently out in the coral fighting over which horse Nicolas should ride. It appeared that they’d decided to put the past behind them and start fresh.

  She jumped up into the truck with Michael and leaned over to give him a kiss. “I’m ready. Are you going to tell me where we’re going yet? It’s awfully hard to pack when you don’t know where you’re going.” She said, remembering the last time he’d taken her on a mystery trip.

  “Do you trust me?” He asked, a twinkle in his eye.

  “Do you have to ask?” She replied, giving him a huge smile.

  The End.

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  Evgeni, My Russian Savior

  A BWWM Billionaire Mafia Romance

  Athena Davis is still struggling to come to terms with the death of her fiancé on their wedding day.

  Two years have gone by, and despite her friend's insistence she needs to do otherwise, she's still living a fairly sheltered life.

  That is, until Evgeni Markovic comes along.

  Evgeni is a Russian business man full of charm, a handsome smile, and that 'je ne sais quoi'.

  However, he also has a very dark past.

  Part of the Russian mafia with deep ties in the lifestyle, he's now trying to go legit and change his ways.

  But his mafia buddies have other plans.

  Can these two find love and stay safe with Evgeni's dark past hanging over them?

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 1

  Athena Davis adjusted her earpiece as she made her way back into the Virginia Aquarium. She had been outside getting a breath of fresh air and giving her feet a breather after being on her feet for almost five hours straight.

  “This fundraiser is never-ending,” she thought as she stroked her hair which she had pulled back in a high bun.

  Athena’s company GoCreative had been in charge of organizing the charity fundraiser at the Aquarium. She would have rather spent her time organizing a more exciting event b
ut this was what fell on her lap and considering she had spent almost two weeks at her desk, she needed to be out of the office. A lot of people at GoCreative had been skeptical about the venue but Athena was positive she could pull it off…and she did.

  As soon as she stepped foot back in the Aquarium, she sighed. She could not wait for this event to be over so she could go home and soak in a long bubbly bath. That was all she really craved at that moment. She made her way to one corner of the main foyer. A smile played on her lips. They were now auctioning a date with one of her bosses, Conrad Malone. She had to admit, it was a brilliant move especially since Conrad was everything any woman dreamed of: rich, good looking and had a killer smile. The bid was now at sixty five thousand dollars. She picked a glass of cider from one of the waiters who was walking past her.

  “You are a very private person,” she heard a male voice behind her say. She could not help but notice the strong eastern European accent in his voice. Hungarian, Romanian, Russian…she could not quite place her finger on it. She was not very sure what it was.

  “What makes you say that?” she asked as she turned around to come face to face with a brown haired hazel eyed man.

  “I have been watching you since I got here,” he said.

  She raised an eyebrow over the other.

  “You have been watching me? Should I call the police or something?”

  The man smiled.

  “Maybe I should be the one calling for help,” he said in a soft voice. Athena took another long sip of her cider.

  “And why is that?” she asked again.

  “Attractive black woman in killer heels on her feet all evening,” he said as he slowly walked around her to lean on the wall. “And the earpiece you have on,” he added as he pointed at her right ear. “You are either an assassin who’s been sent out here for someone or CIA.”