ENTERTAINING DISTRACTION
DOMS OF THE COVENANT BOOK TWO
SAMANTHA A. COLE
Edited by
EVE ARROYO
Cover by
JUDI PERKINS
SUSPENSEFUL SEDUCTION
To the Sexy Six-Pack’s Sirens!
CONTENTS
Who’s Who and the History of Trident Security and The Covenant
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
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Acknowledgments
Author’s Note
Other Books By Samantha A. Cole
Connect With Samantha A. Cole
About the Author
Who’s Who and the History of Trident Security and The Covenant
***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.
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 bunkrooms. 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.
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; temporarily assigned to run the West Coast team; sniper; fiancé/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; current Navy SEAL; fiancé/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 to Tori; submissive to Mitch.
Tori Freyja: K9 trainer for veterans in need of assistance/service dogs; submissive to 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/boyfriend of Charlotte.
Charlotte “Mistress China” Roth: Parole officer; Domme/girlfriend of Mike; Whip Master at The Covenant.
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.
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.
Carl Talbot: college professor; Dom and Whip Master at The Covenant.
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.
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.
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 Navy; assistant TS mechanic.
Nathan Cook: former computer specialist with the National Security Agency (NSA).
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 new guard dogs at the Trident compound that Ian named using the military communication’s alphabet.
1
“Goddamn it!” Charlotte Roth slammed the landline phone down and stood from behind her desk laden with paperwork and folders. Sifting through three stacks of files, she found the one she needed. Grabbing her cell phone, purse, and car keys, she headed for the reception area of the Florida Department of Corrections, Tampa Probation and Parole office. Her holstered weapon and her DOC shield were attached to the belt of her pants. “I’m heading to booking. I’ll be back later.”
The department’s receptionist, Julie Baxter, glanced up from her computer screen. “Which one got arrested?”
“Hector de la Cruz. Got caught up in a stolen property sting, the rat-bastard.”
“You called it,” Julie replied as she referenced her desk calendar. “And with three months to spare.”
Over the years, Charlotte had gotten pretty good at guessing which of her ex-convicts would end up back in prison for violating the terms of their parole. De la Cruz had been an easy one, and even though she’d estimated he’d be screwing up within six months of his release, she was still a little surprised he’d done it so soon. His arrest just made her Monday morning even crappier. She’d already been irritated when she woke up and remembered today was her thirty-fifth birthday—she hated birthdays. To top it off, a bunch of women she knew were throwing her a party tonight. She didn’t mind the festivities as long as they were for someone else. But her friends had insisted on taking her out for food and drinks tonight, and in the end, it had been less of a hassle to accept than deal with their constant badgering. She’d even tried to thwart their plans by playing the Domme card, but it hadn’t done much good outside of the club they all played in. She must be getting soft in her old age. Then again, she preferred dominating men, not women.
By the time she reached the Tampa PD’s booking department, on the other side of the city, she had a pounding headache. After parking in the monitored lot, she found the bottle of Tylenol she kept in the center console between the front seats and popped two in her mouth. She washed them down with water from a small bottle she kept in her purse. Grabbing the file, she climbed out of her Chevy Tahoe and strode across the lot. The summer heat was returning, and by the time she reached the door, she was covered in a fine sheen of perspiration. Thankfully, they’d gotten the air conditioning fixed since the last time she’d been here, because a cold blast cooled her down immediately as the door closed behind her, causing goose bumps to pebble over her skin.
The older police officer sitting at the desk behind bulletproof glass waved to her. “Hey, Charlotte, long time no see. How’s my favorite parole officer?”
“I’m in a pissy mood and on my witch’s broom today, Dan.”
The man snorted, then grinned. “When aren’t you? At least you didn’t bring the flying monkeys with you. Who’re you here for?”
“Hector de la Cruz. Detective Webb called me about a stolen property sting.”
“Yeah, they brought in a bunch of them.” He checked a piece of paper in front of him. “Let’s see. Here he is—still in holding cell four, waiting to go for his arraignment.” A buzzer sounded as he unlocked the door leading to the containment area for her. “Go on back.”
“Thanks, Dan.”
Having been there numerous times, she knew exactly where she was going. She found Isaac Webb and several other detectives in the area where they processed the paperwork for their arrests. Between them chatting with each other, radios squawking, prisoners complaining their rights had been violated—yeah, sure—and phones ringing, it wasn’t surprising Webb didn’t notice her until she dropped the file on the desk he was sitting at. His head snapped up. “Oh, hey, Charlotte. Thanks for coming so quickly. We’re getting ready to run de la Cruz and a few others up to court. I’ll put him at the top of the list, so we can get you out of there as soon as possible.”
She shook her head. “Thanks, Isaac, but that’ll be impossible. Judge Hard-ass is on the bench today for arraignments.” The man’s name was Phil Hardacre, but due to his courtroom demeanor, everyone called him by the moniker he’d earned, yet only when he wasn’t within hearing distance. The bastard had no trouble throwing around the words “contempt of court” no matter which side of the law you were on.
The handsome black man groaned and rolled his soft brown eyes. “Fuck.” He glanced over his shoulder to where the other detectives were finishing their own paperwork. “Hey, Duggan, next time check the damn court rotation before you schedule a sting, man. We’ll be in court all afternoon with Hard-ass.”
More groans and curses filled the room. One of the men crumpled up a piece of paper and wailed it at Duggan’s head. He batted it away before it made contact. “Don’t blame me. The lieutenant picked the date. I had nothing to do with it.”
There were more groans and wads of paper thrown across the room. Ignoring everyone else, she turned back to Webb. “So, how’d you get roped into this detail?” The man was a homicide detective, so having him take part in a property-crimes sting was a little out of the ordinary, but not unheard of.
“Took it for an overtime shift. Marian’s birthday is coming up in two months, and I want to surprise her with a trip to Hawaii. She’s always wanted to go.”
Charlotte grinned at the mention of his girlfriend of three years. “Any chance you’re planning on making an honest woman out of her?”
Webb chuckled. “As a matter of fact, I already picked out the ring.”
Her eyebrows shot up—she’d only been busting his chops. “Seriously?”
“Yup . . . with a kid on the way, the time’s right.”
“That’s great, Isaac! Co
ngratulations!”
A sappy grin spread across his face. “I love her two kids like they were my own, but they’re both girls. I’m hoping this will be a boy. But either way, it’s gonna be awesome. I didn’t have the whole infant bonding thing going on with the girls. They were five and six when Marian and I met. And let me tell you, they’re over the moon that a new baby is on the way.”
Pulling out his wallet, he showed her a recent picture of him, Marian, and the girls. “That’s Crystal on the left, and Reba on the right.”
“They’re adorable.” A flash of something she couldn’t quite identify swirled in her gut. She loved kids, but didn’t think she’d ever have one of her own. First off, she hadn’t met anyone she was willing to have a long-term relationship with—it had to be someone willing to be topped—and even then, she was scared of bringing a child into this cruel world. It was impossible to watch a kid twenty-four hours a day and cushion them in bubble wrap so they never got hurt. Charlotte knew firsthand no one was ever really safe, even in their own home.
Handing him back the photo, she pushed the wayward thoughts from her mind. She steeled herself to spend the rest of the day in court, then put on a fake smile for her party later on. If the women who were taking her out weren’t looking forward to a girl’s night out without their significant others, she would’ve found a way to cancel. But the Domme in her couldn’t disappoint them. Besides, after dealing with mostly dirtbags all day, she needed a distraction—an entertaining one at that.
* * *
“You really don’t mind?”
Mike Donovan grinned at his employee, Jennifer Mullins. “Not at all, Baby-girl,” he assured her, using the nickname her surrogate uncles had given her when she’d been an infant. The six men who made up the original team at Trident Security had all served with Jenn’s father on SEAL Team Four. When her parents had been murdered a few years ago, she’d come to live with her godfather, Ian Sawyer, one of the two brothers who owned the private security company. “In this business, employees come and go. I always knew you’d be moving on to bigger and better things someday. In fact, I never quite understood why you came to work here in the first place. It’s not like Ian’s hurting for money.”
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