Oh God, I’m going to die. Carlucci is everywhere. The Federal agents and the officers fired repeatedly causing the van to crash into two parked patrol cars. Running toward the van as the perpetrators attempted to escape, more shots were fired. The officers tried to pull Solomon into the building as the bullets ricocheted of the car, and through the door. He felt the hit. Solomon cried out and tumbled to the ground. An officer covered him. He could hear yelling. Officers were hit. It was such an eerie feeling as a few extra shots rang out, and then there was silence. Solomon felt his heart racing. He saw all the chaos, the blood, the smoking vehicles, the injured officers and a thousand thoughts ran through his mind. He was frightened, but he was also pissed off. If I’m going to die anyway, I might as well take the asshole with me.
He watched as all the perpetrators were captured. He could also see some dead bodies where he now stood.
As the main Agent Thompson ran toward the officers and agents guarding Solomon, he saw the blood oozing from Solomon’s arm.
“You were shot?” Thompson asked. The other men were all unharmed.
“They were going to kill me. I changed my mind. I don’t need a lawyer. I’ll talk to the detectives and to you guys. I’ll tell you everything. But I want protection. Otherwise, I’m a dead man walking.”
* * * *
The men had an open floor plan in their three-story home a few blocks from the beach. The kitchen and dining room were filled with about a dozen or so federal agents, detectives, and deputies. As Michaela slowly walked into the room, their chaotic chatter stopped. They were silent as they stared at her.
“Aw hell, sweetie, what did that asshole do to you?”
She turned to see Alonso as he gently pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
“I’ve had better days.”
He gently cupped her good cheek and kept a hand at her waist as he looked over her injuries.
“I hope you were able to get a few shots in on the guy.”
“Nope. The sharp knife he had halted me from antagonizing him. My self-defense instructor taught me well,” she teased. He leaned forward and kissed her cheek.
“Michaela, we have a chair set up for you here,” Jake interrupted, looking angry as usual. He held the top of a large cushioned chair that stood out of place from the kitchen and dining chairs made of wood. It was obvious that he wanted her to be comfortable so he’d pulled it in from the living room.
Then the introductions were made. Of course she wouldn’t remember any of them.
When she sat down, Jake placed a hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently before he took a seat beside her.
When Alonso took the seat on the opposite side of her, Billy and Hal were forced to stand behind her chair and out of sight.
“Michaela, Agent Reynolds, Agent Thompson, and Agent Robertson, have some updates for you. I’ll let them explain,” Alonso told her.
She looked toward the three agents he had directed her attention to when stating their names. One was tall and dark skinned with a fierce expression. The other was very pale looking, smiled kindly, and seemed more approachable. The whole good cop bad cop scenario came to mind. She reminded herself that she wasn’t guilty of anything. The third agent remained quiet, and watched her, probably analyzed her eye movement and body language to see if she were lying. It gave her the chills.
“Last night, while you were at the hospital, Solomon broke into your home.”
“What?” She turned to look at Jake who remained straight-faced. She then looked at Alonso, who gave her hand a pat. It didn’t go unnoticed by Jake.
“He was apparently looking for a key. The one that Clyde Duvall was looking for when he attacked you. The sheriff’s father and his friend were there gathering items for you when they walked in on him.”
“Are Burt and Jerome okay?” she asked Jake, and he nodded. “They were able to restrain Solomon until my deputies and I arrived.”
“In that time, Michaela, he refused to cooperate with our questions and he demanded a lawyer. We had to respect that right,” Agent Thompson continued.
“So what happens now?” she asked.
“Well, when we were transporting Solomon to another department a few miles out of Treasure Town, there was an ambush. A van filled with men with guns tried to kill him. We fired back, causing the van to crash and were able to capture the perpetrators.”
“Don’t tell me that they were successful. Solomon could probably clear up this entire mess. He was the one who ran from the room. The one the hit man had come to kill.”
“He was shot, Michaela. But it was only a flesh wound. It was enough of a scare to get him to drop the attorney thing and cooperate.”
“Oh, thank God.” She looked toward Jake and then toward Alonso.
Alonso covered her hand and looked her in the eyes. “Sweetie, without getting into too many details, there is a key, a safety deposit box, that contains items that could incriminate a few very powerful individuals,” Alonso said.
“Men in political positions who would be destroyed by the information supposedly contained on thumb drives located in this security box,” Agent Thompson told her. “Solomon swears by this. He was going to use the information to stay alive, and to blackmail these politicians. He tried to sell some of the info to a certain political figure. Once that politician got the information, he apparently was dissatisfied and wanted his money back or more info on a competitor.”
Alonso held her hand.
“That was the day that you went to speak with your sister. She didn’t know anything about this deal, from what evidence we gathered as well as from Solomon’s sworn statement. But, he did ask her to keep the key in a secure location. He had no idea where she put it, but after some investigating, he found out about a security box, a key, and some password. We were able to locate the security box’s location, but even with a warrant and the fact that we are investigating a murder, that box cannot be opened except by the owner or co-owner.”
“But Annette is dead,” Michaela whispered.
The agent held her gaze. “Your sister placed your name down as the co-owner of the box,” Agent Thompson explained.
“Me?” She pointed to herself in shock.
“Yes. She also set up a second security box, too.”
“So what does this mean? What do you need me to do? Sign something so you can open the box?”
“They’re password protected. It’s a double measure to ensure security,” Alonso told her.
She looked at him and thought about what they were saying. “How the hell would I know a password Annette set up when we’ve been estranged for so many years?”
“Sweetie, she obviously thought that you could figure it out,” Alonso said.
“Or she thought that it would never come down to this because she told me straight out she wanted nothing to do with me.”
“She could have been trying to protect you. It’s a possibility, but it was too late. Dipero showed up, shot her, and then you before going after Solomon,” Alonso suggested.
She shook her head. “There’s no way,” she whispered, her voice cracking at the thought that perhaps her sister, after all they had experienced as children, was finally protecting her, the way Michaela had always protected Annette.
She placed her hands over her face and closed her eyes.
She felt Jake place his hand on her knee.
“Perhaps it would be best if you wrote down some things that you both liked or knew she liked? Perhaps a pet’s name? A favorite doll?” Agent Thompson asked as he opened up a notepad. She uncovered her face and stared at him.
Her entire mind went blank. She shook her head. “I can’t even think of anything.”
They all looked so bleak. Like without this information, they had no case, just hearsay from some lowlife like Solomon.
“You need to try, Michaela. Without those thumb drives, we don’t have a strong enough case to bring these politicians and the hit man down,” Agent Reynolds ad
ded. He was the uptight one.
She felt her stomach ache.
“I’ll need some time. Is there a certain number of letters to the password?” she asked.
“We’ll see if we can at least get that for you. We’ll have someone on standby who can get in touch with the bank’s administrator assigned to the case,” Thompson told her.
They explained more about the investigation and she understood the seriousness of it. She remembered the stack of items and a box of her sister’s that Annette’s landlord gave her. Michaela never looked at it. She was too distraught.
She looked at Jake as the agents began to get up and leave. Jake accompanied them out of the room and then she stood up as Billy and Hal came over to her.
“That was a lot to take in. You’ll figure it out. We’ll help you,” Hal said.
“Michaela?” Alonso approached, so Hal and Billy gave them some space.
He took her hand and then placed his fingers under her chin. “Those are some nasty bruises. Have you been icing them?”
“Not like she should be,” Jake stated, returning, with his arms crossed in front of his chest.
Alonso looked at him and then back at Michaela. “Let’s sit down and talk. It’s been a while.” He escorted her into the living room where they sat together on the couch.
She glanced over her shoulder at her three lovers who looked jealous and pissed off. She didn’t want them to think that she had something more with Alonso than friendship.
“You guys can come sit, too,” she offered.
“We’ll give you a few minutes to catch up,” Hal said and then walked further into the kitchen. By the floor plan all three men could hear their conversation and keep an eye on her. She smiled at Alonso.
“They care for you a lot,” he said and smiled.
“I care for them a lot.”
“I can tell. I’m happy for you, Michaela.”
She smiled and nodded her head.
“I know that all of this had been a lot to take in. From our time together, I learned of your fears, your distrust, and your feelings of betrayal from your sister and family. Hearing all this information now, and learning about the security box and password, perhaps in her own way she was trying to give back to you the protection and security you gave to her all those years as you protected her.”
“By nearly getting me killed? By making it so that these criminal politicians and crazy hit men are looking to end my life so that I can’t open that box and incriminate them?”
“They don’t know about the password. They only know that Solomon had access to the thumb drives, and that he hired Clyde to find you because Solomon told Clyde about the thumb drives and that Annette left the key with you.”
“Alonso, I won’t be able to figure out the password. I don’t even know who my sister was these past many years.”
He placed his hand on her knee. “I think you’ll figure it out. Try thinking about the times you shared together. The similar things you enjoyed. Any guess whatsoever and you contact me and the agents.”
“Okay. I’ll try.”
He reached up and cupped her cheek. “I’ll be in touch.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek before he got up, said good-bye to the men, and then left the house.
Billy, Hal, and Jake walked into the living room.
“He cares a lot about you,” Hal said.
She smiled. “We went through a lot together. He’s a good person.”
“I think he touches you too much, and I don’t care for the way he calls you sweetie,” Jake snapped.
“Come here, Jake,” she told him and he stepped closer. She patted the couch and the seat beside her. Jake sat down.
She looked at him. “I care for you, Hal, and Billy a lot.” She clenched her teeth and climbed up on top of his lap, straddling him.
He cursed under his breath and reprimanded her for moving around like that with the stitches. But he held her by her hips.
She placed her hands on his shoulder. “I don’t have feelings like that for Alonso. Don’t be jealous. Don’t look for reasons to keep pushing me away. I was the one with trust issues, abandonment issues, insecurities, and so on. I need you Jake. I need you so much right now as more than just a lover, a man I lust for, but as a friend, a companion, a support network, and my man. Can you find it in your heart to be there for me and trust me as I trust you?”
He swallowed hard. Then he cupped her cheek drawing her closer to his face. His blue eyes looked so intense, but they were shiny, not dull, and filled with excitement and life.
“Of course I’m here for you, baby. I love you.” He kissed her softly on the lips, and soon that kiss grew deeper. He stroked her breasts, ran his hands long her back, and cupped her ass.
Their lips parted and they were forehead to forehead.
“I love you, too.”
“What about us?” Hal asked, as he and Billy joined them on either side of Jake.
She smiled as she glanced at Hal and then at Billy.
“I love you both, too.”
“And we love you.”
They all smiled.
“So isn’t this when you carry me upstairs and make wild passionate love to me on your king-size bed?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows at them.
Heat and hunger passed over their eyes, and Jake squeezed her hips. “You have stitches and bruises,” he reminded her.
“I want to. I want all three of you.”
Jake looked at Billy and Hal. “Go lock the top lock on the door. This is going to take some time.”
He stood up from the couch with ease and grace and headed toward the staircase.
Michaela hugged him tight, feeling the slight twinge of ache in her shoulder, but her desire to make love to her men was stronger.
Jake set her feet down and removed her clothing slowly. Especially her shirt, as they had to stretch the material to expand over the bandage.
Once she was naked, she helped him undress, and Billy and Hal got things ready.
Jake gently pressed her back until her legs hit the bedside.
“Nice and slow, Michaela. I’m in charge now.”
She sat down on the bed. He softly pressed her back and then used his palms to spread her thighs.
She moaned as her pussy automatically wept with need, and her nipples hardened.
Billy and Hal were on either side of her, and began to explore her breasts with their mouths as Jake explored her pussy.
Jake’s first touch to her cunt sent her moaning and thrusting upward. His thick, hard finger stroked between her pussy lips, sliding against the cream that soaked her there. He held her gaze, her chin to her chest, and she was mesmerized by the desire and hunger in his eyes.
“I can’t wait to taste you. Your pretty pink pussy is calling me.” He pressed a finger up into her and began to stroke her cunt. She moaned and Billy and Hal tongued her nipples, making the protruding flesh harden into pebble-like forms.
Then Jake pulled his finger from her pussy and stroked the cream to her anus. She shivered with anticipation, knowing she loved the feeling of two cocks inside of her, and that she would always love that with her men.
“Oh, Jake.”
He pressed his mouth to her pussy lips as he pressed his finger to her anus. In and out he stroked both holes, pulling more and more desire from her body and numbing her mind of any pain from her shoulder or her cheek.
He was resilient and thorough, thrusting, sucking, nibbling, and stroking her until she tightened and released more cream.
“Please, Jake. Please,” she begged him. He pulled mouth and finger form her body, stood up straighter, and gripped her ass cheeks as he aligned his cock with her pussy.
“Nice and easy,” he told her as Billy and Hal each cupped a breast and kissed her shoulders around the bandages.
“Jake.” She raised her voice in demand as he entered her in one smooth stroke. His cock felt so thick and hard, she wiggled, nearly forgetting about her pain in the shoul
der.
Over and over again Jake made love to her, thrusting, rotating his hips, trying to ease the ache they both felt.
“I love you, Michaela,” he said through clenched teeth as he exploded inside of her.
Michaela reached up and ran her palm up and down the thick pectoral muscles on his chest.
“I love you, too, Jake,” she whispered.
Jake eased out of her, and Billy took his place.
* * * *
Billy eased his way between Michaela’s thighs with a soaring heart filled with joy and love. He never thought he would feel like this but he did.
He massaged her thighs and held her gaze as he slowly pushed his cock into her tight pussy.
“You sure you’re up for this.”
She gasped and nodded with her head tilted back, her breasts pushed forward, and her delicious body rose in offering. The sight of Hal’s large hand cupping and massaging her breast and pointing her nipple upward before Jake licked it, made Billy harder. He increased his thrusts and absorbed the feeling of togetherness with his brothers and Michaela. This was the sensation they longed for. Michaela was their missing link.
“Faster, Billy, please. I’m okay. Please,” she begged. He reached for her hips as Hal and Jake pinched and played with her breasts. Thrusting into her, rocking his hips harder and faster as she moaned and then cried out, sending him over the edge. Billy called her name as he came inside of her, and then lowered to her chest. Hal and Jake moved as he kissed her on the mouth and then trailed kisses along her breasts and belly.
“I love you,” he whispered, and she reached up and placed her hand against his cheek. “I love you, too.” He turned his face and kissed her palm.
* * * *
Billy eased out of the way and Hal took his place. Hal lowered to his knees, used his palms to spread Michaela’s thighs, and then thrust a finger up into her cunt.
She moaned and turned her head side to side as he continued to arouse her. After pulling the tube of lube from the side of the bed he had placed there, he squeezed some onto his other finger and brought it to her anus.
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