Uncovered (Billionaire Romance) (Boston Buyer's Club)

by Black, Morgan

  “Put your hands up and turn around. You're not getting out of here on my watch.” It was the first guy who had spoken to me, and I was starting to wonder if he was Rudolph's second-in-command. When I spun around, he held a gun in my face. “Don't think I won't shoot you. Hudson doesn't need to know. No one does. Right, boys?” He began to laugh, and the others joined in, all in on the same sick joke as he was. But I knew that Rudolph wouldn’t be happy if he shot me point blank in the head. Now, had he shot me while I was running away, he would've believed them. But, if he ended me now, he was setting himself up to possibly being killed by his own boss. I didn't know how stupid he was, but I didn't think he was that dumb.

  “You're not going to shoot me.”

  “Why's that?”

  “Because you and I both know Rudolph will end you if you do. I’m leverage. You need me alive.”

  He lowered his gun. “Alive, but not pretty.” My hands were still above my head, and my stomach was unprotected; he punched me first in the stomach, and then as my head dropped down, he kneed me in the face. I felt the rush of blood come from my nose.

  “SHIT! UGH!” I fell to the floor in agony. My face felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t breathe. Every breath I sucked in through my mouth made my ribs burn, and I couldn’t feel half my face. Just pain, so much pain.

  “Now, tell me again why I won’t shoot you.”

  “Because I'm going to shoot you first.” I heard Hudson's voice behind me, and footsteps come in the door that I was trying to get out through. There was a lot more feet that just Hudson’s.

  “You brought friends.”

  The man with the gun put his hands up as I saw SWAT teams surround us. The two men behind me moved away, and the asshole that I had kicked in the balls was lying on the ground. I heard the yelling before Hudson got to me. “Get on the ground now! Put the gun down or we'll shoot!”

  I turned around, tears streaming down my face, as Hudson had a gun pointed in my direction. I put my hands above my head, and I waited for the SWAT members to get all of my kidnappers on the ground. The SWAT team had bulletproof vests on, and so did Hudson. I could hear one of the guys yelling, “He ratted us!” Then he looked at Hudson with disgust. “You'll die for this.”

  Hudson walked over to him and spit in his face. “And you'll rot in a cell. Touch my girl again, and see what happens.”

  The SWAT team began to cuff all of the men, and other members started walking around and took in a view of all the prescription drugs. A woman with a SWAT vest approached me. “You’re okay, you’re going to be okay.”

  She put a blanket around my shoulders. “Let’s get you out of here.”

  I shook my head. “I want Hudson. Please.” I was in the middle of chaos until Hudson came over to me. He gave his gun to the woman, and I was a hot mess on the floor, trembling with fear. I had almost just died. But he had saved me.

  I fell into his arms shaking. He wrapped his arms around me, and held me up, putting his hand on the back of my head, and pulling me into him. I was finally safe. After a few minutes of me wiping my tears on his bulletproof vest, I pulled away. “You didn't tell me. How long have you been working with the feds?”

  “After we split up the first time. You were right. I didn't know how to care about anybody. But I knew I wanted something with you, and the only way to get it was to turn this whole operation over. I knew I couldn't walk away from it if it was still there.”

  “So, you turned on them?”

  He nodded. “Just the ones I knew of. These idiots didn’t know that Rudolph was never going to show up here today. He's in the wind.”

  “And you? Jail time, what kind of deal did you make?”

  He shrugged. “I’ll be on house arrest for a year, maybe. I had to give up some of my funds, the ones that I hadn't hid well enough. But I’ll be safe. I'll be in a protective program.”

  This all sounded like more secrets. And I didn't think we could handle any more of those. “What about me? What about us?” I asked through my blubbering.

  I could hear the sirens outside, cars taking my captors away. But there had to be at least thirty agents inside the building. The woman stood by, and kept others away from us. I noticed an EMT near the door.

  “You need to be looked at. There's an ambulance outside.”

  “No! I want a straight answer. What happens to you and me?”

  “I imagine you’ll be debriefed and released. If you testify, you’ll also be put in witness protection.”

  “And then what? Where do I go?”

  He placed his hands on either side of my arms to steady me, pulling me off the ground. He knew I was losing control, he always made me do that. “I hear France is beautiful this time of year. And it just so happens that my house arrest is at that address. I'm sure I could sway the US attorney to let you have part of your witness protection there.”

  He had it all planned. Once again, Hudson James had proven to me that he really was protecting me the whole time. Somehow, our lives were both completely real, and all a fabrication. He was the only one who could do that.

  “France? I think I could do France.” He took his hand, caressed my skin along my jawbone, lifting my lips up to his. His soft lips breaching mine. That was just us, sharing a savory moment in all the chaos.

  “You need to get your head and face looked at. But I'm sure there's some agents that need to talk to you. Can you handle that?” He held my face in his hands. “Baby, I won’t let anything happen to you, I promise. I can’t tell you how worried I was.”

  “I know.”

  “Do you think you are ready to talk to them?”

  I nodded. “I think I'm ready.”

  We walked out into the night, and in front of me was the display of an ambulance, cop cars, and unmarked vehicles. There was an FBI agent standing next to the ambulance waiting for me. He had his arms crossed, but a calm look on his face. I would have to relive my nightmare of an evening so they could get it down as testimony against the mob. But for now it was over. For now I was safe.

  ###

  Two Months Later

  Classes were done. I was free from college for three whole months. Luckily, I had a place to hang out while I figure out my life. A safe place.

  I got out of testifying. They said I wasn't a strong enough witness due to my impaired state. I told them I could identify anyone they wanted me to, but the case was strong enough without me: the entire warehouse full of prescription drugs and over two million in cash. Hudson had given them all of that. And he still had a lot more to tell them. In exchange, he had complete immunity. He was free to do whatever he wanted as long as he stayed in France, and out of the United States for two years. I'd flown out here as soon as the trial was over, after I finished taking my finals. Hudson hadn’t been able to go back to the university to work, so all of us just got a pass/fail on the class. I got lucky with that one; physics was kicking my ass.

  “Miss, would you like a refill?” A maid was offering me more lemonade as I sat on a chase lounge overlooking the ocean. I pulled up my floppy hat, and down my sunglasses to make eye contact with her. I felt like that was important with the staff. They were people, and I treated them that way.

  “That would be wonderful, thank you.” She took my glass, and refilled it, using the pitcher of lemonade I had made earlier in the day.

  Hudson was still making deals, but I didn't know anything about it anymore, and my ignorance was complete bliss. I got to stay on the beach all day and read books while overlooking the ocean, instead of worrying about Russian mobsters, and if my boyfriend’s deals were going to go bad. I couldn't help but wonder if every day he wouldn’t come home because he had a bullet in his head. But he wasn't making prescription deals anymore; he was making more deals with the feds. He had clients and connections on every continent, and he was turning on all the bad ones. He knew that if he ever ended up in jail or any type of government facility that he'd be a dead man, but he also wanted to uncover all of t
he illusions about prescription drugs, and who was using them. So many of his clients were hospice patients; people with big money, but who were not getting what they needed.

  The maid put the glass back down, and I took a long sip, allowing the sweet liquid to go down my throat. She walked away with a smile on her face. I watched her carefully from beneath my glasses, and, as I set down my magazine, I felt for the gun underneath my chair. I was a girl who kept a gun now. For protection. Because there were still people out there who would come for me, and I wouldn’t be anyone’s victim ever again.

  I had gotten so lucky falling in love with Hudson James. I thought about the man he had become. Even though he sold drugs for a living, and he's wanted by the Russian mob. I couldn't help the way I feel about him. He knows all my secrets, and I finally know his. And I love him for it. He'll destroy me in the end. But it will have all been worth it.

  It already has.

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  MISCONCEPTION

  Book One

  1

  December, 2011

  His lips brushed against my collarbone and I inhaled the sweet smell of his shampoo. Blake always smelled amazing, and he always felt like home. His mouth continued to move down over my skin, his lips barely touching the flesh of my breasts. I knew I wasn't supposed to be here—I was supposed to be at home. I promised my mother that the minute I got back in town from school I would go straight to their house, but I didn't. I was a rebel; Blake made me that way. I dragged my fingers back and forth along the satiny sheets and reveled in his touch. His lips trailed down my skin and he left sweet kisses along my stomach. As he reached my underwear he slowly tugged them down, watching me hungrily with his dark blue eyes. He was waiting for a reaction, but I wouldn't give him one yet. I lay naked against the white sheets, my tanned body positioned so that that he knew he could have all of me. I was exposed.

  “You should come back from school more often.” He murmured into the flesh of my upper thigh.

  “Well if you treated me like this every time I came home…” I countered sarcastically.

  He smiled as he moved back up over my body, placing a hand on either side of me; like he owned me. There was no escape from Blake Finnegan.

  I dragged my fingers along the front of his naked chest, stopping just above his boxers, the only thing stopping us from what I knew would be mind blowing sex. Sex with Blake was like taking my body to a whole new level. It was something I had never experienced before. We hadn’t been dating very long, getting together right before I left for college, but there was something so enticing about him that I had ignored the college boys in order to come home and feel his lips against mine.

  I watched him as he regarded my breasts; he took one hand and drew small circles around my nipples, waiting for me to arch my back towards him like he knew I would. He didn't have to wait long. I pulled myself up to him and wrapped my arms around his naked back, feeling the strong muscles rippling beneath his skin. I pushed my hand down his back and yanked off his boxers to reveal his erection.

  Before I got them down very far, he was in me. As he entered deeper I let go of his body I grabbed a fistful of sheet in either hand. He pumped in and out, filling me completely. He pushed his hips into mine as we moved back and forth while he stayed between my spread knees. My body began to tingle and I knew I was close to the edge. I could feel my toes curling in anticipation of my impending orgasm. I attempted to keep my eyes open to watch his fierceness as we made love. That was one way to describe Blake: fierce.

  His hips began to pump harder as he pushed himself farther into me, focusing his thrusts directly on my G-spot. The tingling of my body increased and I knew that I was getting close to my climax. I pushed my hips hard up to him as a moan escaped my lips.

  “Not yet,” he smiled. “I have more for you.” He raised an eyebrow at me.

  Pulling my hips to his he lifted up his torso and sat back on his knees while pulling my ass off the bed. He shoved into me harder and with his now free hands began to slowly tug on my erect nipples. He then picked up his right hand licked his fingers and proceeded to rub my clit as his thrusts started to become harder. His fingers began to move in a fast circular motion and I knew I was a goner. As my first explosion hit I tossed my head back in ecstasy, but he continued to push me further. I was always right on the edge with Blake, between pain and pleasure. It was where he liked to keep me, and it was where I craved to be kept.

  I turned my hands and pushed myself up on them so that our lips barely brushed against each other. I turned my head and suckled on his neck, allowing my teeth to hardly touch him. Reaching up further, I nibbled on his ear lobe. I heard his breath quicken in my ear and he continued to thrust up into me. I used my legs to bounce on his hard cock. He called out as I made my pace more rapid.

  “Fuck!” I felt his warm cum fill my wet pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and he held both of us up with his strong arms. Slowly he lowered us so that my back was once again against the pillows. We were both breathing heavily, trying to regain oxygen in our unstable bodies.

  Blake whispered in my ear, “I love fucking you.”

  “I love hearing you say that.”

  I protested as he pulled himself off of me, instead cradling my body within his so that we were intertwined.

  “All that I want to do is stay here, but I promised my parents I’d go straight home. Mind if I take a quick shower?”

  He took his fingers and trailed them down my body, starting at my shoulder going all the way down my curves to my upper thigh. “Only if you let me join you.”

  I turned over at him, smiling. “That would really kind of defeat the purpose Blake. I need to stop smelling like sex
before go to my parents’ house.”

  He smiled at me and kissed me on the mouth, our tongues intertwining just like our bodies had. “You know where the bathroom is.”

  I quickly kissed him on the forehead and grabbed my clothes. As always, I wished it was just connected to his room; no one else used it anyway. I looked both ways but I didn't see anyone, so I dashed down the hall past the pictures of his judgment filled family members. I always hated being naked outside of Blake's room—something about being in someone's parents’ house set me off. I burst through the bathroom door and closed it behind me, taking a deep breath in relief that my escape had not met any obstacles. When I opened my eyes, however, I saw something I had never expected. Standing completely naked in front of the mirror was Blake's older brother, Slade.

  He was thicker than Blake, with bigger arms and a broader chest. He was also a postgrad, whereas Blake and I were only freshman in college. He looked at me wide-eyed underneath chocolaty brown bangs while his toothbrush dropped out of his hand and fell into the sink.

  “Slade! What the hell are you doing in here?”

  He didn't even bother to cover himself as he tried to recover his confidence and smugly leaned against the counter. “I could ask you the same question, Lena.”

  “Fuck my life.”

  “Nice rack.”

  I used the clothes in my hand to cover myself. “You’re a damn pig, do you know that?”

  “Hey you’re the one who's naked in my bathroom. I live here, don't forget that.”

  But that was the thing; Slade didn't live in his family's home anymore. He had his own apartment right at the beach. We had spent so many nights there having bonfires, drinking, and partying. It was where I had lost my virginity only six months prior.