Wild snorted. “You better be, ‘cause I’ll be watching you. I’m flying back to the States with you.”
“You’re leaving Dianna here alone?”
“Raider and Silver will see to her needs until she can fly home. She’s going to be here a long time. I’ll fly back periodically to visit her, as will Duel and Jace, if he’s able.”
“If he’s able? What’s wrong with Jace?”
Wild lifted his head and relaxed his fists. “Ahh, that’s right. You don’t know. Smitt Davis attacked Jace and Kaycee the day you and Dianna left the ranch. The bastard shot Jace.”
Taylor felt his heart drop to his knees. “My sister? Is Kaycee all right?”
For the second time, Wild grinned. “She’s fine. She had a gun crammed in her boot. Now that little gal’s going to make a fine Remington…given time. She shot the bastard. Let’s get out of here. We have a plane to catch.”
Taylor groaned. His sister toted a gun in her boot? What the hell was the world coming to? When had she started packing a pistol for heaven’s sake? “For your information, Dianna carries a gun, too.”
Wild did something then Taylor was sure he never did—the man laughed. “Nothing Dianna does could ever surprise me. She’s a barracuda. Watch her when she’s back on her feet. She’ll bite you on the ass.”
He eyed Wild and wondered what the man found so funny. “Shit.” He was never going to get the Remingtons out of his life!
After falling in love with Dianna, he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to.
* * * *
Annandale, Virginia
February 17, Tuesday
Nineteen hours and thirty minutes after the assassination…
Sam glared at Neil Turner crumpled there on the floor trying to look as if he had a right to be in Flayme’s home, but she saw the nervous twitch of his left eyelid. He damn well better have a good excuse for being here!
She slid her gaze over him, noted the hard-on he was sporting and made little effort to conceal from her, and thought she’d gag. Jesus, what in hell had the perverted freak been doing up there? She glanced away quickly. Sleaze ball.
From the size of his straining cock, she had a pretty good idea what he’d been doing. She figured it involved something silky of Flayme’s. It meant he’d invaded the privacy of her bedroom. Pervert. He had no business here. What she’d really like to do was kick his ass. “I asked you what you’re doing in Flayme’s house.”
Neil smoothed his pencil-thin mustache and pushed himself off the floor. “I took a Viagra, and I thought maybe Flayme…” His voice trailed off and he held up his hand. “I have a key. See? I assure you, Flayme and I share a bed right up there.” He nodded back upstairs and to the right. “She likes it when I take Viagra.”
“I doubt it.” Sam tried to keep the boredom out of voice, but it was hard with this little worm of a man. “I doubt any bit of your story is true, but Flayme isn’t here to verify it, so again, I ask what the hell are you doing here?”
“Checking on my woman.” He huffed in righteous indignation puffing out his chest, reminding her of a puff adder she’d once seen in Africa. “There’s no law against that.”
“There’s one against breaking and entering,” Travis injected.
“Ahh.” Neil held up the shiny key. “But I didn’t break in. I have Flayme’s permission to be here else she wouldn’t have given me a key. Instead of worrying about me and what I’m doing, maybe you should check out the pool of dried blood on the kitchen floor.”
“Blood?” Sam felt her heart skip a beat. She hadn’t heard from Duel in hours, or Flayme. What if he and Flayme were in trouble? “How much blood?”
Neil stopped in front of her. “Enough that you should be worried.”
Sam took a step back. She didn’t want anywhere near Neil or his Viagra drugged cock. “You should go now. I want to see you in my office first thing in the morning. Be there on time. Please, do something about your little problem.”
Neil grinned, a toothy smile that grated on Sam’s nerves. “I’ll be there, boss lady.” He rubbed his zipper. “I can’t promise my…er…problem will be resolved since Flayme isn’t here to give it some ease like usual, but I’ll try.” He brushed against her shoulder as he went around her and headed to the front door.
Sam shuddered and held up a hand, halting whatever Travis was about to say, until Neil closed the door on his way out.
“Cocksucker,” Travis rumbled. “Where do you think he got that key? Do you believe Flayme really gave it to him or that she has sex with him?”
“I don’t know.” Sam chewed on her lower lip. “I wanted to snatch it out of his hands, but I can’t make him surrender it to me, not without just cause, and not liking him isn’t just cause. She might have given it to him, and yes, it certainly appears she’s sleeping with Neil.”
“I thought she was sleeping with Mac.”
Sam shrugged. “She’s never denied or confirmed her relationship with Mac to me. Hell, I suppose she could be sleeping with both men. There’s certainly no law against it. Flayme’s a dark horse. She keeps things to herself.”
Travis frowned and guided her toward the kitchen. “What do you mean?”
She eyed the crimson stain on the floor. “Shit. Somebody’s hurt bad.” Sam turned to Travis. “I can’t tell you anything about Flayme other than what’s in her file. I know she has some powerful political connections in the White House, and they’re people neither you nor I want for enemies. Her words, not mine.”
“Huh.” Travis thrust his hands in his pants pocket and rocked back on his heels. “Well, there’s not a body, no signs of one being dragged out of here, either. Should we call the police?”
“No. I don’t want to involve the cops, at least not until we’ve had time to do our own investigation. I wish Duel would call in.” She hooked her hand around Travis’ arm. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. Let’s get out of here and get something to eat. We’ll come back tomorrow and search the house more thoroughly and the back yard. Once I’m satisfied, we’ll notify the police of the blood. Maybe we’ll find some clues as to what happened here in Flayme’s kitchen before they converge to muddy the scene.”
Travis nodded. “Okay, Sam, but let me make one thing clear. I’m spending the night at your house.”
“I know.” She just wished he’d spend the night in her bed. She definitely needed some long, leisurely hours of hot sex.
* * * *
Rimrock, Montana
Blackstone Ranch
February 18, Wednesday
Thirty-two hours after the assassination…
Smitt Davis lay in the loft of the hay barn, watched Sheriff Danger Blackstone kiss his pretty wife and grinned. Her belly was getting big and he wondered just how attractive the lawman thought his wife still was, now that she was no longer slim and trim, but bitchy as a bear.
“Leave, fucker,” he whispered, willing Danger out of the way. He had plans for the sheriff’s wife, big plans. Ooh, yes. Fun-fun-fun. His heart picked up its tempo. His palms felt sweaty and his hands shook. His cock throbbed behind his zipper.
Excitement, he thought. Pure excitement of what was yet to come. It was like it was happening all over again. That day, that oh so special day when he attacked Lacey. His mind journeyed back to the exact minute he walked inside Danger’s house, the moment he smelled her terror, the moment he shot her, cut her. She’d been pregnant, too, though not showing the way Karen was now.
It had been one of those flawless, sweet afternoons when all his plans worked out to perfection. He didn’t care how pregnant the woman was, nothing got in the way of his fun.
“Yes!” The sheriff finally headed out. He watched Karen turn and go back inside the house. Smitt grinned. He’d walk right in—just like he did the day he fucked up Lacey. “I’m coming for you, Karen. Coming for you. I’m going to fuck you, my darling, until there’s no breath left in you, then I’ll fuck you some more.”
* * * *
Kare
n set the coffee cup aside and turned from the kitchen sink when she heard the soft steps coming from the front of the house. “I’m back here,” she said, smiling, and wiping her hands off on a dishcloth. “I knew you’d be back.”
The smile froze on her face when she saw Smitt standing there. Her gaze slid over him, noting his nakedness, the way his big cock jutted in readiness. He’d taken the time to strip off his clothes somewhere between the front door and making his way into the kitchen.
Calmly, she opened the drawer to her right, pulled out a butcher knife, and waved it in the air at him. “Don’t come any closer.”
Smitt arched a brow and crossed the room with a cocky swagger. He was on her in a heartbeat. Twisting the knife from her hands, he tossed it in the sink. “How ‘bout I just come…inside you? The last woman here pulled a knife on me and I shot her twice in the chest.” He slid his hands over her breasts and squeezed them. “Tell me, my darling wife, shall I shoot you, or fuck you?”
She curled her fingers round his thick cock. “What took you so long?”
Smitt worked her hand up and down the length of his engorged cock and moaned. “I had to make sure the fucker was gone.”
Karen grinned and cupped her husband’s tight balls and gently squeezed. “Fuck me. I’ve been waiting hours for Danger to leave.”
Smitt ripped her oversize shirt down the middle and rubbed her swollen belly. “I thought he’d never go away.” He pressed a kiss to her belly. “So, the sheriff still has no suspicion?”
“About which part?”
“That this baby’s mine?” He licked her stomach, stopping at the edge of her pubic line. “You taste so sweet. He has no clue I put this brat in you?”
“None.”
“And the other? He still believes you’re his lawful wife?”
“Absolutely. Danger has no idea I was already married to you when he wed me.” She laughed. “What a joke on all three of them.”
Smitt frowned. “What joke? What are you talking about?”
“Their divorce?”
“Lacey and Danger’s?”
“Yeah.” She grinned and thrust her fingers through his hair. “You’ll be so proud of me. The papers aren’t real. Belinda made certain the ones the attorney drew up were destroyed and the ones sent to Lacey were fakes.”
“Who the hell is Belinda? I don’t like so many outsiders knowing our business.”
Karen grinned and smoothed a hand down the side of his face. “Belinda isn’t an outsider. She’s my cousin. We’re lucky she works for Lacey’s attorney. She saw to it that the divorce papers were never filed. Legally, Lacey’s still Danger’s wife.”
“But she married the Texan?”
“Oh, yes. In the eyes of the law, she’ll be a bigamist. She’ll never be able to produce legitimate papers proving she’s divorced. I stole the fake copy out of one of the boxes she left here, and burned it along with Danger’s copy. She has no divorce papers, real or fake. I promise you, charges will be pressed against her. I’ll insist, and you know how persistent I can be.”
“The preacher who married her and the Texan?”
“Another one of my cousins who knows how to disappear. He’s gone, took off for parts unknown.”
“And your marriage to Danger?”
“Doesn’t exist,” she said, biting his lower lip. “I stashed the marriage license and made certain it wasn’t filed, so Lacey can’t prove Danger’s married to me. Hell, Danger can’t prove he’s married to me. The phony preacher you hired to wed me and him took a long dive off a mountainside while skiing in Vale. My brother took care of that problem. There’s no one to say the marriage exists, except you and me. There simply is no record of it, not until we need it, and we won’t need it until the sheriff’s dead and buried.”
Smitt rubbed his hands together in glee. “You are one evil bitch.”
“I know,” she said in a low voice and rubbed his cock. “You love it. I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when the three of them find out their lives and marriages are royally fucked. And ooh, get this—Lacey’s pining for another baby. The studly Texan told Danger they want to start a family as soon as possible.”
Smitt snickered. “I bet the sheriff’s none too happy ‘bout that.”
She laughed and rubbed circles round her nipples until they were tight buds. “He hates it. He’ll hate it even more if Lacey returns with another baby in her belly only to learn she’s still his wife. Ooh, what will he do then? Maybe he’ll flip out and kill the Texan. Yeah. We could plan that, couldn’t we, murder the Texan and blame it on Danger?”
Smitt dropped to his knees in front of her and pressed his mouth against her warm pussy. “We’ll see, my darling. For now, let’s just sit back and watch their lives go to shit. We’ll destroy them. I swear to you, all three of them will die, just like they destroyed us, we’ll take everything from them, then we’ll kill them. It’ll be the best day ever.”
Karen laughed. “And once Danger’s dead, my son will inherit everything.”
“Our son,” Smitt said softly, kissing her belly. “Our son will inherit thousands and thousands of acres of rich timber land with all the mineral rights intact, and we’ll be his guardians. We’ll be millionaires, Karen darling.” He rose to his feet and lifted his wife in his arms. “I’m going to fuck you in Danger’s bed. How long will he be away?”
“All day. He’s catching up on paperwork at the office. We have the entire day, my love.”
He turned and carried her down the hall, paused and kicked open the bedroom door. Laughing, he crossed the spacious room. Smitt sat her on the edge of the king-sized bed, taking the time to look around. “I’ve been dying to get in his bed since I first saw Lacey sleeping here.”
“You should have killed her then.”
“Where would the fun be in that? I was busy jacking off. Besides, I wanted her to suffer, to know the agony of losing a child. She helped take our babies out of the cave. Yeah, I wanted her to know what it felt like to have her child ripped away.”
Karen’s eyes glittered. “And did she? Did you make her feel the pain?”
“You know I did,” Smitt said. “Where’s Jared? Where’s your brother? He should be keeping an eye on the sheriff, keeping him out of our hair.”
“He got called away on assignment.”
“Did he?” Smitt pushed her down, yanked off her pants and crawled on top of her. In one smooth thrust, he buried his cock deep inside her. “What’s he doing since he no longer has Lacey to spy on when she’s stripping for a bath in her tent?”
Karen wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned with pleasure. “Who cares? He did what he needed to do to help our cause, even went by your last name and the fuckers still didn’t catch on. They’re all so stupid. You, my sexy husband, are brilliant.” She lifted her hips to meet his hard thrusts.
“I know, but your plan to have Jared steal Lacey’s panties was very clever, my wife.”
“Mmm, yes, it was a smart idea, but you suggested he watch her bathe. Jared seeing the tattoo on her thigh was perfect. When he showed the panties to Danger and mentioned her little butterfly, it was all the proof Danger needed that she was fucking my brother.”
Smitt clenched his jaw and lifted her hips higher. “I wanna fuck her. I wanna fuck her right here, just like I’m fucking you. I need her. I need the special release she’ll give me.”
Karen cupped the sides of his face and smiled. “And you shall have it, my love. You can have her as many times as you want. I’ll film it, just like with all the others. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” he said, answering with a throaty noise. “I’m going to cut that tattoo off her and save it for a souvenir.”
“Good. Lacey’s returning to Rimrock, just as you demanded.”
Smitt grunted and rolled with her. “Ride me, baby. Harder.” He threw back his head and moaned his release. Holding her tight, he laid there, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. “Will she be alon
e?”
Karen walked her fingertips across his chest and toyed with one flat nipple. “The Texan will be with her. They’re going to stay at the old farmhouse.”
“At Danger’s grandparents’ place?”
“Yes. They’ll be miles from anybody.”
Smitt lifted her off him and rolled to his side, facing her. “I’m going to gut that fucker real slow. I’m going to play with his entrails and make Lacey watch while I do it.”
Karen clapped her hands. “I wanna watch. I wanna watch everything you do to him.”
He tugged her into his arms and kissed her. “Oh, you shall, my love. And you’ll watch me fuck Lacey until my cock grows limp, then I’ll cut her throat and watch her bleed. She’ll have a special place at our table.”
“It’ll be perfect.” She giggled. “Perfect.”
“No,” Smitt disagreed. “It won’t be perfect until Kaycee is seated across from her, her belly big and fat from my babies. Then, you and I shall dine in royal splendor at the head of the table. We’ll drink wine and fuck in the middle of our perfect table.”
Karen wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled him. “Can I kill Danger, then? I wanna cut out his heart. He was hailed a hero for discovering our cave. He got so much praise and glory for taking our babies out of it. I hate him!”
“But, of course, Karen darling. I insist you have your fun, too.” He grabbed her hand. “Let’s shower, then I’ll snack on you.”
Karen snickered. “I want you to fuck me in the other bedroom, too, the one where the Texan screwed Lacey. Danger hates that room. He knows that’s where Lacey slept with the man. Danger wanted to replace the bed, but I insisted we keep it. I so love that bed.”
Smitt snickered. “Sure you do. You found my little gift I left for you?”
“I did. And you say I’m evil.”
“You are, my darling, Karen. You are.”
“I know.” She licked her lips. “And you love it.”
“Yes, I do,” he said huskily. “You’re perfect for me, darling Karen. Perfect.”
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