Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

  “Everything she said.” Mandy took a drink of her tea. “Add to all of that, we’re the ones who’ve been sitting on the person who can blow the whistle on all of it, and he has many reasons to want us out of his way.”

  Drew hated hearing this; he didn’t want to think of his sister or the woman he loved in harm’s way. None of them had a crystal ball; no one knew exactly how tomorrow was going to go. All of them knew there could be danger, and then they also knew there was a chance things would work out. No one knew what to do. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst? Maybe that was the best thing to do.

  “Well, I hate to break it to you.” Rooster took a bite of his pizza and leveled the two of them with a gaze. “Tomorrow the sheriff’s office and the KSP are conducting a raid on that building. If they find what they’re looking for, they are going to arrest him in the court room. There was a reason they wanted to get him served for this. They want him someplace they can find him. If he gets wind of it and goes underground, let’s face it, no one will know where he is. He’ll escape scot-free, no matter the ruckus he’s caused and the people’s lives he’s fucked. It’s time to make him pay for what he’s done, and everyone is in agreement on that.”

  Charity felt her stomach dropped as she glanced over at Drew. His eyes were wide, along with hers. A caged bear turned dangerous, and that was exactly what Dixon would be if they tried to take him in the court room. Things had definitely taken a turn for the worst.

  “I’m gonna be right there, no matter what,” Drew assured her, running his hand down her back before bringing it up to her neck. He massaged the muscles there, letting her know he was here now.

  “We both will be,” Dalton said. “Not to mention all the people we’ll have outside the courthouse. You two should be fine.”

  Charity focused on the should. No one knew for sure, and that was the dangerous part of this whole situation. He was an unknown, and how he was going to act was an unknown. It scared the absolute shit out of her.

  “I’m scared,” Charity whispered as she and Drew lay in his bed that night.

  Both of them had been equally quiet since they’d come to bed, neither one of them wanting to break what felt like a fragile bond they had on their emotions. He breathed deeply as he held her tighter in his arms.

  “I am too.” He turned so that he could stroke her hair out of her face. “I know what I would do if I were Dixon, and I’m scared to death that’s what he’s going to do. They corner him in that court room tomorrow? He’s going to fight. Men like him don’t go to jail. He’s made enemies, he won’t last in there. He’ll be dead the first night.”

  She shivered, realizing what he said was the truth. “I have a feeling about this, and it’s not a good one.”

  “I know, baby; I have a feeling too.” The feeling had plagued him for most of the day, and when Rooster had announced the plans of law enforcement, Drew had wanted to puke.

  Charity turned him so that he lay on his back. She rose over him, on her knees, taking off her shirt as she did. Using her leverage, she straddled him.

  “Char,” he hissed as she ground herself against the erection now brushing the fabric of his boxer-briefs.

  “No.” She leaned over, capturing his lips with hers. “Don’t talk. I just want to feel.”

  Using her hands, she pushed his clothing down and moved the wet panel of her panties to the side, sinking onto him with no preliminaries.

  The only sound were the groans the two of them made as her body enveloped his. Grasping her hands with his, he forced their fingers together, entwining them as he pushed up into her heat. He thanked the exercising he did with Tyler when she ground harder down onto him, thrust her chest out, and threw her hair back. Those ab muscles he’d gained over the years allowed him to sit up and put one of those tits in his mouth. Twirling his tongue around the hard bud, he nipped at it with his teeth before letting go of her hands and tangling them in her hair, pulling softly at the dark tresses.

  Her hands went to his head, holding it tightly to her chest, forcing him to take even more, forcing him to take her flesh deeper. Rolling her hips against his hardness, she relaxed her thighs and sank even further down, taking all of him in. When she did this, he rewarded her with the bite of his teeth and the soothing rub of his tongue.

  The intensity was too much for her as she pumped against his length. She wanted to pull her body away from him and ask for the parts back that he had taken. Her heart, her head, and her soul. In a way, they had always belonged to Andrew Walker, but admitting that she was scared had given him some sort of power he’d never had before. She had transferred that to him. Transferred all her worry and life’s ambitions. They were now located right where he was, between her thighs and at her tit.

  This man made her do things she’d sworn to herself she wouldn’t do. Rely on a man, let one protect her, let one be in charge of her happiness, let him make her day brighter. All these were things Drew had been doing—for a long time, she realized.

  As she ground herself down on him, moaning when he slipped out, hissing when he plunged back in, it hit her with such clarity. Love. It was a feeling like she’d never known before. Even stronger than what she’d felt as a teenager, much clearer than she’d ever thought it would be as an adult. Closing her eyes and losing herself in the feelings he was causing in her body, she let it go. She let all of it wash over her. Like a ton of bricks—her orgasm hit her, and the words that had been at the tip of her tongue for days burst out.

  “I love you, dear God, I love you, Drew! Please don’t ever let me leave again,” she cried against the emotions barreling through her body. “Promise me you’ll stay here with me; promise me we won’t have to be separated again.”

  He gripped her hips, moaning loudly as he came deep inside of her. Her name was a prayer on his lips. “You know I love you too, you know I’m not ever going to let anything happen to you.” He pumped deeper inside her as another wave hit his body.

  She ground against him, helping him ride out the explosion of feelings. When it was all over, she collapsed on his chest, breathing heavily.

  “I just wanted you to know,” she panted. “In case something happens tomorrow. You had to know.”

  He swallowed roughly against the lump in his throat. He had nothing to say to her fears, so he held her tighter against his chest and prayed like he’d never prayed before that things would go as planned.

  Down the hall, Mandy lay with her back to Dalton’s chest, breathing heavily as the two of them came down from their own orgasmic high.

  “You know I care about you, right?” Dalton asked softly, putting his mouth over her ear. “If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.”

  He cared about her. He would never forgive himself. All of that was good, but it wasn’t a declaration of love or telling her that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. She desperately wanted something to sink her teeth into; something to tell her she wasn’t spinning her wheels. Instead, she answered with what she knew he wanted to hear.

  “I know, and I know you and Drew will do whatever it takes to make sure Charity and I are protected.”

  She said them, but she didn’t feel them. In his arms, she felt cold, and she hoped like hell she wouldn’t feel that way again for a long time.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  “I want both of you to put these on under your shirts,” Drew instructed as he walked into the commons area the next morning, carrying bulletproof vests.

  “Do you think that’s necessary?” Mandy asked, scrunching her nose up at her brother.

  “I think none of us know what’s going to happen today. I think both Maggie, Skylar, and all the law enforcement, as well as us will be wearing these, so yeah, that means I think you should too.”

  Both of them had been instructed to wear tank tops under their clothes, and now they knew why. Disrobing in the commons area, Charity grabbed for the vest, her hands shaking.

  “Here.” Drew gr
abbed it from her, easily putting it over her head. “Let me help you.”

  She nodded, barely holding back tears as he fastened the straps at her waist. There was something about him helping her do this—it felt like she was going into battle and leaving him behind. It scared her more than she cared to admit.

  “You’re gonna be fine,” he assured her, putting her shirt back over her head and helping her tuck it into her skirt. He held onto her neck with both of his hands, hoping he could transfer his strength to her. “Just remember, we’re going to be right there with you.”

  Reaching up, she kissed him on the cheek, thankful he was here with her. She glanced over, seeing Mandy put on her vest by herself. There were no words of encouragement from Dalton, no reassuring kiss on the cheek, no calming grip of his hand.

  “Hey.” She reached over, grasping Mandy’s hand in her own. “We got this.”

  Mandy nodded but didn’t say anything. Nerves, she guessed, as Mandy’s face was as white as a sheet.

  “We’re ready,” Charity said, her voice strong. She had absolutely no idea how it sounded that strong, because her heart was pounding out of her chest.

  “You’ll meet Maggie and Skylar at the courthouse,” Rooster told them as they all headed out. He was driving, because he knew these situations better than anyone else.

  Charity noticed as they left the clubhouse that Jagger and Tyler rode point, Liam and what looked like Remy rode at the back. Layne followed in another blacked-out SUV, and she figured Steele would stay here, monitoring from his cave. As she got in and had a seat next to Drew, she willed herself not puke all over the leather seats.

  The whole ride, Drew held his hand in hers, trying to calm her fears by lightly stroking the palm of her hand. As they got closer, her leg started bouncing and she had a hard time sitting in her seat. No one commented as they took the turn at Louisville Road and approached the courthouse.

  They got out of their SUV and regrouped when another vehicle pulled up a few feet from them. From that SUV, Maggie and Skylar appeared. Both looked nervous, faces drawn as they made their way over to Charity and Mandy.

  “You two good?” Charity asked.

  “Yeah.” Maggie glanced around at the gathered groups. “I don’t know if you saw the news this morning, but they named Dixon as a person of interest in these home invasions. I think they’ve found something.”

  That made Charity even more nervous, especially when another SUV pulled up and he exited with who appeared to be his attorney.

  They waited until Dixon went inside with this lawyer, and they slowly made their way inside.

  “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t go in there. This is a closed court room.” The bailiff grabbed Drew by the arm. “You and your friend will have to remain out here.”

  Charity glanced at him, fear creeping up in her throat. Those were the worst words she’d ever heard in her life. Dread almost paralyzed her. She wasn’t sure she could get through this without him there. Even if he wasn’t by her side, knowing he was there made all the difference in the world. She wanted to stomp her feet and throw a fit, but she knew she had to obey the rules set forth by the court. It was the reason she’d taken the oath to be an attorney and to uphold her part of the law.

  “You’ll be fine,” he told her. He couldn’t fight here. It didn’t matter that his stomach was in his throat, that he wanted to punch and claw his way to her side. If he got arrested, then what would they do? They’d be back at square one. “Dalton and I will be out here. If anything happens, I will move heaven and earth to get in there.”

  And she knew he would, but the unknown scared the living shit out of her. Looking over at Maggie and Skylar, though, she saw their fear and realized she had to be strong for them. If she wasn’t strong for them, no one else would be.

  “Let’s go, ladies.” She escorted them all into the courtroom, and they took their seats at their respective tables, waiting for the judge to make her way to the bench.

  As the judge sat down and called order, Charity gave herself a mental pep talk—it was go time.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  “Given the information you’ve presented to the court today, Ms. Thomas, I am going to do my due diligence and grant you the emergency order of protection for Maggie and Skylar McCall against Dixon McCall. They will remain in protective custody until further notice, and Mr. McCall is not to have any contact with them.” She glanced over at Dixon. “Do you understand?”

  His attorney nodded and answered for him. “He does, your Honor.”

  Charity grinned over at Mandy, and the two of them blew out two deep breathes. This part was over; this was the hard part for them. The state would now have to bring charges against Dixon if they had found the evidence that would link him to the home invasions. Their job was done.

  Leaning over, she spoke quietly to Maggie and Skylar. “We’re going to wait until they escort him from the court room, and then we’ll have you taken by the deputies back to your safe house.”

  Maggie smiled a real smile at Charity. “It’s been a pleasure working with you, and I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you came when Meredith called.”

  “I’m thankful too.” She gripped the other woman’s hand. And she was thankful, more than she could tell anyone else. Thanks to this whole situation, she’d gotten her life back. She hadn’t planned on it happening this way, but it had. She knew on the other side of those wooden doors was the rest of her life.

  They waited, watching as two deputies came in.

  “Dixon McCall, we’re placing your under arrest for the home invasions throughout the county. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you…”

  She listened as they read him his rights as well as a laundry list of charges that Charity knew would put him away for a long time. Maggie and Skylar would never have to worry about him again if he was convicted of them all.

  “I’m not goin’ quietly,” he yelled as he lunged for one of the deputy’s guns.

  She tensed, knowing this was going to be her worst fear, played out, right here in front of her.

  Charity watched in slow motion as he shot twice, taking both deputies down, and then turned towards where she and the bailiff stood. He fired on the bailiff, and Charity screamed as blood went all over her. “You do anything and you’re dead,” he threatened, pointing the gun at Charity’s head. “I won’t miss on you, bitch. I guarantee that.”

  “Drew’s out there.” Saying it out loud gave her the strength to believe that she would make it out of here. It also served as a threat; she knew that Drew would do whatever it took to get to her. She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what would happen.

  “Did you hear that?” Drew asked Dalton as the two of them jumped at the sound of gunfire. He tried the door to the courtroom and found it locked. Who the fuck locked doors to the courtroom?

  “I need in here,” he yelled, pulling against the lock, hearing it strain against the motions.

  “There was a minor in there; they take as many precautions as possible,” someone told him as he continued to try to gain access.

  “So that means they lock the fucking door?” Made absolutely no sense to him.

  He and Dalton grunted as they dug their boots in, pulling on the door. His heart beat fast enough it felt like it would rip through his chest. He didn’t know how to get in or what to do.

  “Doors are bulletproof,” Dalton heaved, panting beside him. “We shoot them; we potentially kill ourselves or someone else.”

  “Someone find us a fucking key!” he yelled, praying he could get in before anything else happened.

  She could hear beating at the doors, could see them straining at the force being put behind them—she wasn’t aware that they automatically locked, could see the Judge cowering behind her bench, and she didn’t know what the hell to do. “You think you’re going to make it out of here alive? Heaven Hill will hunt you down and skin you like the piece of trash you are.�
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  She watched as he sweated, obviously not having thought any of this through. Charity didn’t know what to do, they had two deputies and a bailiff down, and she was wearing their blood.

  “Shut the fuck up,” he told her, walking around in a circle. “If it hadn’t been for you wanting to fix everything, wanting to make things right, then I wouldn’t be in this mess. My little operation was fucking foolproof.”

  She wanted to tell him that it wasn’t, that sooner or later, someone would have gotten greedy and they would have offed him, but she didn’t want to take the chance in spooking him. She already wore one person’s blood. She didn’t want to wear anyone else’s.

  He turned his back on them, and that’s when she saw Maggie, out of the corner of her eye, take the bailiff’s gun out of its holster. She stood; hands calm as could be, and fired on Dixon, hitting him square in the back of the head.

  Charity gasped, putting her hand over her mouth, staring back at Maggie.

  “He always made sure I could shoot. I assume he never meant for me to shoot at him, but he made sure I wouldn’t ever miss.”

  Just then, Drew and Dalton burst through the doors, along with what looked like an army of law enforcement. All around her, people were talking, but the only thing she could see was Drew as he ran towards her.

  “Fuck, is this yours?” he asked, gathering her up in his arms. “I didn’t protect you.”

  “No, I’m fine. None of this is mine,” she cried, reaching up to kiss him, losing herself in his taste, his smell, the feel of his skin. “I’m fine. Please take me home and out of this nightmare.”