He shoved the material of her dress away, and his eyes widened.
“Nice sexy panties. Are you wet for me, Gia?” he asked then ran his hand up her inner thigh to her mound. She tightened and screamed at him.
“Don’t touch me. I hate you!” she yelled and in a flash he cut the remainder of her dress, and her breasts poured from the top, the bra hardly fitting.
“Motherfucker, you’re better then I fantasized about.” He placed the scissors down and reached for her breasts. She cried out and then heard the shots.
“She’s mine.” Gia’s eyes popped open as she heard the gunshot. Jeffrey fell over onto his side, a bullet in his head. She looked at the doorway and there stood Antonio.
She cried out, closed her eyes, and squeezed them tight as the fear overtook her body. “Oh God no. Please.” She begged for the nightmare to end and then she heard Antonio’s voice.
“Shhh, baby, I got you. I saved you from that lunatic.” He placed his palm against her cheek.
She could hardly focus on Antonio, his dark eyes, and the way he spoke to her. He just killed a man, granted saving her from rape and assault, but wouldn’t he do the same thing? She was never so scared in her life.
He looked her body over and smiled.
“I missed you, Gia. You should have never left me, baby. I’m nothing without you.”
She didn’t know what to do or what to say. This was outrageous.
“Untie me, Antonio. I’m scared.”
He ran the palm of his hand along her breasts then to her mound between her legs. She thought he was going to go farther, but then he knelt on the bed and leaned down next to her face.
“I will in a minute, baby. We just need to get a few things straight.”
“Like what?” Her teeth continued to chatter. She couldn’t stop the tears rolling down her cheeks or the spasms in her body.
“You’re coming with me. I don’t want to hear anything about Texas ever again, you hear me? Not about the three men you’re fucking, about your family, or any of this. You’ve always been mine, Gia, and now we’ll be together forever.”
“Fat chance, asshole.”
Gia turned toward the doorway to see Valdere standing there.
Oh my God, this can’t be happening.
“What the fuck?” Antonio stated as he climbed over Gia and kept a possessive hold over her waist.
Valdere smiled.
“She is quite the gem, isn’t she? And the ultimate price for your betrayal, Antonio.”
“My betrayal? What have I done wrong?”
“For one, you failed to tell me that you found her.”
“I was going to. I was going to head back to New York with her.”
Valdere walked closer and ran fingers along her inner thigh. “Just like you told me about the deal with Porter and the two million?”
Gia looked at Antonio. She knew he was sweating bullets. He was afraid of Valdere. He had been for years.
“Boss, the cops are on the way. There’s a helicopter outside.” Pedro entered the room. She looked at him, and he eyed her body over then turned to leave.
Two shots rang out and Gia jerked as she turned to the right. Antonio fell against the bed. A bullet to his forehead and one to his chest.
Valdere stuck the gun in the waist of his designer pants.
“Let’s get you untied, Gia. We have a lot to discuss.”
Gia cried hysterically. She was completely freaking out now despite her mind’s attempt to make her fight back. How could she? He had a gun, he’d killed Antonio, and Antonio had killed Jeffrey in front of her.
The ties came loose and Valdere grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her up against him. Her tattered dress fell from her body. Only her bra and panties remained. He licked his lips.
“Don’t fight me, Gia. I’m prepared to kill you if I need to.”
He pulled her by her hand and dragged her from the house. She could hear the helicopter and the sound of the loudspeaker.
“This is the Dallas Police Department. Put down your weapons and lay facedown on the ground.” In the distance she saw the police cruisers, and then Gunny’s truck. She tried to pull away from him and he struck her across the cheek.
Gia fell to the ground as the wind blew dirt into her eyes as well as Valdere’s. He pulled the gun from his waist and pointed it at her. Despite not having any shoes or clothes other than her bra and panties on she did one of her martial arts moves and kicked the gun from his hands. It fired and the helicopter moved about above them as Valdere reached for her throat.
“Release the woman. You’re under arrest,” the loudspeaker yelled.
“I’ll kill you for this. You’re going to die,” he stated as he held her throat between his hands and squeezed. She tried to fight him. She kicked and hit and then tried to pry his hands from her throat. She was coughing, gasping for breath, when suddenly someone punched him. He released her throat and she fell to the dirt as she tried to catch her breath. She felt the shirt go around her shoulders then she heard Garrett’s and Wes’s voices.
“Oh shit, baby. Fuck.”
She gasped and coughed as she held her throat.
“An ambulance now,” Garrett yelled.
Looking up, she caught sight of Gunny standing over a body as Shane, Duke, and Teddy pulled him back.
Tears streamed down her face as Garrett lifted her into his arms.
“Baby, talk to us,” he yelled. She looked through blurred vision at Wes and Garrett.
“Can’t breathe,” she said.
“Fuck. We need help. He choked her, damn it. She can’t breathe,” Teddy yelled and the sound of more sirens filled the air. The echo of the helicopter’s rotors lessened and then she closed her eyes as darkness overtook her.
Chapter 12
Gia awoke feeling instant pain in her throat when she swallowed. She gasped and opened her eyes to see Wes and Garrett. “You’re okay, baby. You’re in the hospital,” Garrett whispered as he leaned closer.
She cringed from the pain in her throat and the soreness. When she tried to speak she sounded so hoarse.
“Don’t talk. You’re going to be okay. Let me get you some water.” Garrett lifted her up to a sitting position and she felt the headache, dizziness as she reached up to grab her head. Her lips felt swollen as she touched them.
“That fucker hit you and tried to strangle you,” Wes said as Garrett placed the straw between her lips. When she took the sip it burned.
“Fuck.” Wes raised his voice.
“Come here,” she squeaked out to him as Garrett placed the cup back down.
Wes ran his fingers through his hair. He looked so angry and upset.
“Hug,” she whispered and opened her arms to him. He glanced at Garrett and then at her before pulling her into his arms. He felt so good and she squeezed him tight then pulled him down with her.
“I love you, baby. I was so fucking scared.” She released her hold and looked into his eyes. The tears rolled down her cheek.
“It’s over.”
“I know, baby. I know.” He laid his head against her chest as she caressed his hair.
She looked at Garrett, who had his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face, showing off his dimples.
Wes stood up and she turned to Garrett with open arms. He immediately hugged her and she squeezed him tight. Then she felt the pain in her neck.
He laid her back down.
“You’re going to be sore for a while, but the doctor said you’ll heal just fine. Maybe a sore throat, a rough, scratchy voice, but otherwise you’re good.”
“Gunny?” she asked and Garrett looked at Wes. She felt her belly tighten. He was alive. She saw him standing over the body. Over Valdere.
“He’s being interviewed by the investigators.”
“Valdere?”
“Dead.”
She closed her eyes and tried to get rid of the images in her head. The door to the room opened and Gunny walked in. When he saw th
at she was awake he went to her side immediately and took her hand into his own.
“How are you, darling? Are you feeling okay? What hurts?”
She looked at Wes and then Garrett before locking gazes with Gunny. “Hug,” she whispered in a hoarse voice and Gunny hugged her as Garrett and Wes smiled.
* * * *
Sammy stood in Garrett’s kitchen and helped Gia with pouring chips into a bowl. The Cowboys were playing the Giants and the house was filled with friends and family.
“So, are you making any progress?” Gia asked Sammy in her hoarse voice.
“My God, woman, it just isn’t fair. I wish I had your voice right now. It seems a sex call operator might get those guys’ attention. Neither one will look at me,” Sammy complained.
Gia chuckled.
“They’re looking, just not while you’re watching,” Gia said, her voice still raw and husky. She knew what Sammy meant about her sounding like some sex call operator. The men had been carrying on about how turned on they were. The doctor said she might never fully recover her normal voice or it could heal completely. She thought they were trying to make her feel better about the possibility. But, after a few of the other guys made some comments, her men weren’t too happy about her talking aloud to anyone but them.
“Are they really looking when I’m not watching?” Sammy asked, sounding excited.
“Yes. Now let’s move. I want to see the Giants win.”
“What? How could you?” Gia smiled. “I’m messing with the guys.”
Gia walked into the room with Sammy and caught sight of Lee and Shane checking out Sammy. This time Sammy noticed but acted cool and unknowing as she took a seat next to two friends of Duke’s in SWAT. Oh yeah, she was trying to get Shane and Lee jealous. As she walked by Lee spoke to her.
“I’ll take those, honey.”
“Sure, sugar,” she replied and they all looked at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Lucky bastards,” Shane stated as he shook his head and the other guys laughed. She felt the arm wrap around her waist and then Gunny’s lips against her ear.
“Watch who you call sugar in that voice, baby.”
She smiled as she reached back and touched his cheek.
“Okay, sugar.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard on the mouth.
“Will you two cut that out? We’re trying to watch the game,” Lee yelled as Gunny released her only for Garrett to pull her into an embrace.
“We can’t help but keep kissing her and hugging her. We nearly lost Gia,” Garrett said aloud.
Gia hugged him tight.
“It’s kind of nice having things back to normal and sharing good times with friends,” Wes said.
“It means a lot to me, too, having all of you here. I suddenly have a family and good friends. I feel safe for the first time in a very long time,” Gia added.
“We’re glad you feel safe with us. We told you that we would protect you,” Gunner replied.
“Sure as shit did. The three of us got to Gia in the nick of time. I’d say keep her around. Her only fault is her bad taste in a football team,” Wes teased and they all laughed. Gia gave Wes the evil eye but smiled.
“Didn’t we talk about you wearing this Giants jersey?”
She rolled her eyes. “Are we back at this again, Garrett?”
She felt his hand caress over her ass before squeezing it and then she felt Wes’s hands on her waist and his mouth next to her ear.
“You better be good. Now sit down and watch the game.”
Garrett lowered to the couch, taking Gia along with him onto his lap.
The Giants scored and everyone made a noise.
“Yes!” Gia yelled out. They all looked at her.
“What? Y’all know I’m a Giants fan,” she said in her version of a Texas accent accompanied by her hoarse, sexy voice.
“Damn that voice is sexy. If she talks like that in the bedroom, who cares if she’s a Giants fan,” Duke stated aloud and the guys chuckled.
Gia threw a pillow at his head. He caught it and smiled.
“Don’t get them started or they’ll get into a fight again,” Lee said.
“They do that shit on purpose,” Teddy added.
“What?” Gia asked.
“Well, New York, you know what they say about make-up sex,” Wes teased and she gasped as the others laughed.
“Oh really?” she replied and Wes smiled.
“That jersey has to go,” Gunny said firmly and in a tone that said an argument was brewing.
Gia raised her hands up and wiggled her hips on Garrett’s lap.
“Go Giants, go Giants, go, go, go, Giants!
The others yelled out, “Ohhh,” knowing that she had the last laugh. She smiled wide as Garrett pulled her tighter in his arms and both Gunny and Wes began to tickle her. She laughed to near tears thinking that she was the luckiest woman alive and Garrett, Gunny, and Wes aroused her, excited her, and made her so incredibly happy, that she would do anything for them. She never wanted to let them go and knew that she would love them forever. As the thoughts filled her mind she cuddled close and stared at the three of them surrounding her.
Who has the obsession now?
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.
My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.
Being that my momma’s families were descendents of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.
Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.
I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.
Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.
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