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Brothers Black 2: Noah
Brothers Black
Wyatt The Heartbreaker
Blue Saffire
Copyright © 2016 Blue Saffire
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ISBN: 1-941924-81-6
ISBN-13: 978-1-941924-81-5
When you truly want something, it will come to you in time.
Brothers Black
Wyatt The Heartbreaker
Blue Saffire
Chapter One
Wyatt
It is way too quiet in here. I am used to the boisterous laughter of my brothers filling the office while they relentlessly tease Heather at the front desk. Dad is usually yelling for everyone to get back to work or to find a case to work on instead of working on his nerves. Today it is so quiet I can hear my every thought.
I wouldn’t mind the quiet, any other time I would be begging for it. Not today. Today I need a distraction. Last night was the night from hell. I still can’t believe I was so off my game. The worst part is that I wasn’t even interested to begin with, so why did I get caught up?
I sigh at my computer screen that might as well not even be on at the moment. I shake my head at the hilarity of the whole night. My brothers and I were out at a bar, as usual, catching up on the little things we missed during the few hours or days we are sometimes apart.
A little redhead came over to the table flirting with me and asking me to dance with her. I begged off the first few times she came over to the table, but the last time she came over I had a few in me and figured what the heck. I know I have a reputation with the ladies.
Well, let’s just say that I have a reputation for being a bit of a playboy. Okay, who am I kidding? I’m a straight manwhore and have been since I was fifteen. It isn’t all my fault. Women seem not to be able to help themselves when the Black brothers are around.
Sure I indulge more than most, well except for Braxton. I think that little fucker thinks we are in a competition and since he is the second youngest he is trying to catch up. Honestly, I have calmed down a lot lately.
It all gets a bit old. The girl that says she is okay with a one night stand, but then shows up in random places, behaving like she is my girl. How about the chicks that get pissed when you throw them out when it’s over and then key your ride. Or my favorites, the ones you actually do like enough to hook up with more than once, and you start to hear rumors that the two of you are dating and she is the one starting the rumors.
It all gets old. At thirty, I just want someone I can relax with at the end of a long day or after a hard case. Being in the private investigation and bounty hunting business has its rewards, but it also has its moments where you ask yourself, why in the hell do I do this?
My family is a special breed. We are great at what we do. So great that when the government wants something done that they can’t or won’t put their hands on the Black family is who they call. We have all types of high profile clients as well.
Last night was just one of those nights when I would have preferred just to go home and pass out, but instead, I followed my other head and ended up in the parking lot with the red head. By that time, all of my brothers had made their way to their various conquests, and I had been on my way home, but the red head cornered me in the lot.
She was decent enough, pretty face, average rack, and long legs. I figured if she were down to get it in in the parking lot then I could get her off and be on my way. I should have suspected something was up when she kept giggling like an idiot. It wasn’t a turn on at all.
I quickly opened the door to my truck and bent her over inside, with her ass hanging out. The truck’s seat helped muffle some of her annoyingness. So I am pounding this chick out while she is making way too much noise when half way through three other chicks jump out holding up their phones laughing and giggling like the simpleton I am plowing into.
One of the girls calls me out by name, and I turn to see the three of them with their phones aimed at me. The whole shit caught me off guard. I narrow my eyes at the girls with the phones as I pull out and tuck my shit away.
The first thing I notice is this crazy chick I had been hooking up with off and on for a few months. She is one of the ones that had been going around town telling people we were in a relationship. She even tried to slap around a good female friend of mine that she’d seen me out with.
Lately, she has told anyone that will listen that I am a heartbreaker. I’ve heard it before. Yeah, in some cases this may be true, but I told this one from the beginning I wasn’t looking for more than a good lay. She gave some great head, so I figured I’d keep her on repeat, up until she started to show stalker tendencies.
I mean I woke up one morning and checked my Facebook to find she had me tagged as being in a relationship with her. She had pictures posted that I don’t even remember posing for. Including a few I know for a fact I was Photoshopped into. I am getting too old for this shit.
I mean come on. I’m thirty years old getting caught with my pants down on camera. In my line of work, that is just some bullshit. I can blame it on the alcohol, or I can be honest and blame it on my lack of give a fuck lately. I know something is missing, I just don’t know what exactly. If I did, I would fix it.
So now here I am hoping I wiped those damn phones before the three Musketeers had a chance to send the videos out. I actually know the other two girls that were with Coral, the nut that thought we had something. I passed on both of them more than once. My brothers are going to give me so much shit for this. I guess it is not a bad thing they are all out on assignment today.
I am contemplating going home for the day when Rob, my dad’s best friend, and partner, bursts out of one of the meeting rooms, where he and my father have been held up all morning. Rob’s eyes look wildly around the office before landing on me. I see relief come over his face. He steps over to the desk I am sitting at quickly.
We like to work in the common area most of the time, despite my dad, Rob, my brother Noah and I having our own offices. It keeps fresh eyes and ears on every detail when we work as a group and not closed off to ourselves. I have no idea why I am out here and not in my office with no one else in today.
“Thank God you are here,” Rob says, and I know he is about to ask for a favor. “Listen, my wife is going to kill me. I am supposed to be picking up my niece from the airport in an hour. Your dad and I just made a huge breakthrough in a case, and we need to go check it out. I would really owe you one if you could go pick Nellie up for me.”
I look down at my watch and smirk. Rob has no concept of time. He gets into a case and forgets everything else. Heather, his daughter and our receptionist and all around ringmaster, usually k
eeps on top of him. As he is asking me for this favor, I remember her saying something about being out today to help her mom get ready for her cousin’s arrival.
I myself have never met Nellie. Rob’s brother Steve remarried some years back when I was out on the East coast for a while, in college. From what I know, Nellie went to school with a few of my brothers. Toby seems to know her best from what I gather, which makes her about five years younger than me.
Noah knows her through Heather and Bean. Bean is another of Rob’s nieces. I know, strange name for a girl, her real name is Rebecca, but I can’t remember the last time someone other than Noah actually called her that.
I shrug my shoulders and stand to pat Rob on the shoulder. “Sure, I was thinking of going home anyway. I’ll just make a sign or something with her name on it. I think I’m the only one that has never met her,” I tell him.
I watch as his whole body relaxes. “You’re a lifesaver kid,” he sighs in relief. He then wrinkles his brows. “I think you have met Nellie you just don’t remember. I’ll text her anyhow and let her know you will be the one picking her up.”
“Okay, text me the where and when,” I reply, knowing I am not likely to make it there on time if he was supposed to pick her up in an hour.
I make my way out of the office and to my truck. As I approach my car, I see Noah hopping out of his Hummer. Now every one of us Black boys are big motherfuckers; even my youngest brothers were huge from an early age. When Ryan was only seventeen I swore he was going to be taller than us all, he didn’t disappoint.
The kid is twenty-two now and stands at six seven, but Noah is the tank of the family thus far. I guess you can blame it on our Irish - Scottish heritage. At six five three hundred and fifty pounds of pure muscle, Noah is a beast. The funny part is he is a teddy bear; that is until you push the wrong buttons.
Noah strolls over to me the way only he can and pulls me into a bear hug. We may have seen each other last night, but we are all really close. Noah and I tend to be a bit closer to each other since we are the oldest and only ten months apart. People used to think we were twins.
We have the same chiseled face with the same golden eyes that all the Black boys have from our father. Most of us have dad’s dark brown hair, Toby and Braxton are the only two that took after mom's copper blonde colored hair. We are all over six feet tall.
The biggest difference between Noah and me is, I am two hundred and twenty-five, at times closer to two hundred and fifty pounds. Looking at the two of us you would note our differences as him having a football player build versus me having a basketball player one, which was pretty much the case in high school. However, neither of us plays sports anymore unless playing with our brothers in our parents’ backyard. I’m the leaner of the two. I am not as big as Noah, but I am still muscled and cut.
“Where you headed,” Noah rumbles as he releases me from his embrace.
“Actually, what are you up to? I’m headed to the airport to pick up Rob’s niece. You know her don’t you?” I ask, hoping he’ll come along for the ride.
Noah smiles and nods his head. I pick up on the affection he has with the mention of this girl. “Sure, I’ll come with you. I forget you don’t really know Nellie like the rest of us. Rebecca misses the hell out of that girl,” Noah says and starts to round my truck to get in.
I am relieved for the company; I hop in my truck myself. “So she and Bean were close?” I ask as I pull out of the parking spot.
“Almost as close as Bean and I are. I almost forgot she was coming. Things have been crazy,” Noah sighs.
I know he is not talking about work, and he hadn’t mentioned anything being off last night, so I give him a quick questioning glance before I look back at the road. “What’s going on?” I ask.
I see him shrug out the corner of my eye. “Bean shit,” he huffs.
“Yeah, I noticed you two haven’t been attached at the hip lately,” I say. Bean and Noah have been inseparable since as long as I can remember. Bean is five years younger than Noah, but he has always been her protector.
Our dads are all really close, so we all grew up together. She has always been the tallest girl in school and the neighborhood, not to mention she has been as thin as a beanstalk as well. One day Noah found some kids picking on her up the street. He made Bean stand up to the ringleader while he made sure no one else interfered.
Mind you, all our dads are ex-seals. It wasn’t that Bean couldn’t protect herself, she is just a gentle soul and wouldn’t. Noah put an end to that. Bean ended up knocking out a couple of Tommy Henry’s front teeth and giving him a bloody nose. Noah and Bean became best friends after that.
When Noah doesn’t reply, I push a little. “What’s up with that?” I ask.
Noah huffs and shifts in his seat. It is always funny to see the big man uncomfortable, especially when it comes to Bean. He can pretend all he wants, but I know my little brother has a thing for Bean.
“She has a boyfriend. I don’t like him, so we haven’t been talking,” he finally relents and runs a hand through his hair.
“That sucks,” I mumble. I know that has to be hard for him. Bean is really his partner in crime.
Anyone that knows Noah well enough knows that Bean is his exact type. However, girls like Bean usually see Noah and run the other way. Noah is by no means insecure, but after a while, it can get tiresome wanting the girls that think you are too much for them to handle. I think it would break him if Bean turned him down.
I, on the other hand, think they are both wasting their time. I see the way Bean watches him as much as he watches her. I sometimes wonder if she dates the assholes she hooks up with just to piss him off or to get him to make a move.
I shake my head at my own thoughts. I am in no place to give relationship advice. I need to learn to just keep my shit in my pants. I take hold of that thought truly thinking of starting a celibate life. I snort to myself a moment later. I love sex; I probably wouldn’t last a week.
Chapter Two
Nellie
My plane just landed, and I am exhausted. I spent the entire night with my mom balling her eyes out because I have decided to come back home. Seattle was never home for me. I was a bit angry when Mom and Steve decided they needed a change, which meant my life had to change too.
I miss Cali; I miss my friends. I miss the weather and the excitement. I miss my best friend. Bean may have had Noah, but Bean was it for me. We met in the second grade and became instant friends. My heart broke when I had to leave her behind. She saw me through my parents’ divorce, and she was there for me when my mom started to date her uncle.
Don’t get me wrong I love Steve, and I think he is great for my mom. I just hadn’t been expecting their relationship to happen. My mom met Steve when she came to pick me up from one of Bean’s family functions.
We had taken off for a store run with Bean’s cousin, Heather. So Mom had to wait for me. Steve being the sweetheart he is sat with Mom and chatted her up while she waited for me to return. They hit it off, and he asked her out on a date.
Bean was excited about their relationship from the beginning. In her eyes, we would finally be family. I, however, was not ready for a new dad. I had one, even if he wasn’t the greatest and had forgotten about me. I was holding out hope he would remember his first born.
Mom marrying Steve turned out to be great until he received an opportunity of a lifetime. In my sophomore year of high school, I had to leave everything I ever knew. I would have come back sooner, once I graduated high school, but Mom got sick, and I decided to stay close by.
I’ll be turning twenty-five soon, and I am ready to live my own life. The truth is I just came out of a horrible relationship, and I need a change. While I could be honest with Steve about all the reasons I want to leave, I could never tell all this to my mom.
Things changed once she became sick. Mom used to be strong and I could count on her for just about everything, which was big for me being such a shy child growing
up. Now she worries about everything. I almost decided against leaving, but Steve insisted I do what is best for me.
I wasn’t sure at first, but I have been talking to Uncle Rob for a few months now. Since I was already a part of the Lockhart family through my friendship with Bean, her uncle and dad slipped right into the role of being my real uncles as well. I gained one more uncle also, Joseph Black or Joe as most people call him.
You could say I gained a lot of family with Steve. With Bean and Noah being inseparable, I already knew most of the Black brothers. All except one, actually. The oldest brother, Wyatt, he had been away at college when Mom and Steve hooked up. Although Noah spent a lot of time with Bean, I had few encounters with Wyatt before that. I’m not even sure if he knows I exist.
Toby is the Black brother that I am closest with. We had a lot of classes together in high school. I like Toby, he has a sense of humor not everyone appreciates. Toby does the opposite of everything he is told. I guess that is why he and I are close. I may be shy, but I am no conformist. I am always thinking outside the box.
I suppose that is why Uncle Rob has been trying to recruit me. Uncle Rob has been talking about how much Heather could use some help around the office. Uncle Rob and Joe own an upscale private investigation firm and at times, they do a little bounty hunting. I am great with technology, so that is an added bonus for the firm, as Uncle Rob put it.
Sometimes Wyatt and Felix are on the road, and they need someone in the office at all times that can really work their way around a computer. In other words, they need a third hacker on the team, one that is not always out in the field.
I won’t toot my own horn, but I am pretty awesome with a computer. Heck, give me a phone and I could shut down some interesting major entities. I won’t tell you which ones because Steve pulled some big strings to get my butt out of trouble when I was sixteen.
Mom was healthy back then and boy did she lay into me. Steve was secretly pretty proud of me. He’d told me that he hadn’t seen talent like mine since Wyatt and Felix Black. Let me tell you, that is a huge compliment. The Blacks are legendary in their industry and in some other places as well. It is why their firm pulls top dollar.
