“No, he’s just protective of me. He works in security, so he’s just naturally suspicious.”
“Well, you’ve got a good guy there. I like the way he looks out for you.”
“Me too,” I grinned.
“Hang onto him. I remember having that. It’s not something that you ever want to lose.”
“Oh, I don’t intend to.”
“Ahh!” I heard Tony scream from the other room. “Goddamn cat.”
I winced and flashed a grin at Joe. “He’s still getting to know Kitty.”
Joe chuckled and drank some of his coffee.
Tony walked back out rubbing his hand and narrowed his eyes at Joe. “If you fuck with her, I’ll make sure that no one ever finds your body.”
Joe’s eyes crinkled with laughter and he held out his hand to Tony. “Son, there’s not a damn person on this earth besides Molly that would even care. But you don’t have to worry. Molly is like family to me.”
Tony nodded and looked to me, almost like he was trying to decide if he should believe me or not. I could see the indecision warring in his eyes, so I clasped his hand and gave a squeeze, reassuring him that I was fine. He still looked like he didn’t believe me, but then he shook Joe’s hand and walked out the door. I couldn’t help the grin that was plastered on my face. My man was a good man and I was lucky to have him.
CHAPTER TEN
Tony
“Tacocheese!” Storm shouted to me across the training center. “That’s two days this week that you’ve been late. The little misses keeping you up too late?”
“You’re real fucking funny.”
“I know,” he grinned. “You should have been here twenty minutes ago.”
“I forgot my phone at-” I stopped too late. He already fucking knew what I was about to say because he was grinning at me like an idiot.
“You were saying?”
“Just drop it.”
“Nope. Not gonna happen.”
I sighed and started stretching to run a few laps. I needed to work out some of the tension running through me. Better yet, I needed a fucking job to go out on, but Cap wasn’t going to allow that anytime soon. As far as he was concerned, I was emotionally traumatized and I needed to see a therapist. Although, if I saw Molly anymore, I might actually become emotionally traumatized and have to see the therapist for real.
“Any word on when Coop’s gonna be ready to go out again?” I asked Storm.
“Nah. He needs the psych eval, but he’s not exactly running off to take care of that.”
“Can’t blame him. Who wants to go see Dr. Sunshine?”
“I don’t think he cares about that. He just doesn’t want to leave Becky and Kayla. The guy is seriously fucked up over what happened. I mean, he’s putting on a good face, but he checks in with them every hour on the hour. What the hell does he think is gonna happen in the bunker?”
“Well, Kayla did run away.”
“That’s not likely to happen again.”
“Yeah, unless Becky helps,” I said angrily.
“Tacos, you need to get past that. If Coop doesn’t blame her anymore, then you need to let that shit go.”
“That’s what started this whole fucking thing,” I said, stretching out even further.
“That’s harsh. You know she’s not the reason that Delaney died.”
“You’re right. That’s all on me.”
He sighed, shaking his head in irritation. “It’s not your fucking fault. It could have been anyone on that street.”
“But it was Delaney, and Coop almost lost Becky. Even if I am fucking pissed at her, I didn’t want her to be butchered.”
Storm looked at me with that knowing look again and I sighed. I was about to get the lecture again.
“You know, you just have to go get cleared. Everyone does it.”
“I don’t need a fucking psychologist to tell me that I’m fucked up in the head. Anyone would be after seeing his girlfriend murdered.”
“It might help. I mean, if you’re gonna move on with Molly-” he grinned.
“I’m not moving on with Molly,” I growled. “She’s psychotic.”
“I don’t think the psychologist would agree.”
“I don’t need a psychologist. I already said that. You know what I really need?”
He looked at me in all seriousness. “Tell me.”
“I need someone to eliminate Molly from my life.” And then it hit me. “Knight.”
I turned to go, but Storm jumped on my back and wrapped his arms around my chest. “You’re not hiring an assassin to get rid of your girlfriend.”
“I need something! She’s working her voodoo magic on me. You should have seen what she did last night. It’s not fucking right.”
He got off my back and spun me around, looking at me curiously. “What happened last night?”
“For one, she wouldn’t let me leave her apartment. I tried to run. I thought of every fucking scenario where I could walk out. Do you know how hard it is to just make an excuse?”
“That’s because you’re afraid of hurting her feelings.”
“I am not.”
“Yes, you are, or you would have told her that she’s fucking psychotic, and you would have fled the premises. But you didn’t want to be mean.”
“Well, I know better now. She fucking handcuffed me to the bed last night. I’m definitely not sleeping like that again. Worst night of sleep of my life.”
“Yeah,” he snorted. “Because you don’t know how to pick a lock.”
I flushed because I sure as fuck knew how to pick a lock, but I couldn’t tell you why I didn’t. Maybe it was the fact that despite her being psychotic and a stage four clinger, she was fucking sexy as hell, and it gave me a good excuse to fuck her some more.
“Please tell me that you didn’t just sleep.”
I bristled in irritation because he was fucking right. We didn’t just sleep, and it was probably the best sex of my life. But she was fucking crazy. I couldn’t stress that enough.
“No, we didn’t just sleep.”
“So, what the fuck are you complaining about? Sure, she handcuffed you to the bed, but you got something out of it.”
I rolled my eyes and glanced around to make sure we were alone. “You ever heard about BDSM?”
He stared at me like I was fucking stupid. “Please tell me that’s a rhetorical question.”
“It’s just…” I lowered my voice and looked around. “She’s very vocal about what she wants.”
“So she’s….” He left that thought hanging in the air, but I knew what he was getting at.
“Definitely. And I’m not sure I’m comfortable with it. I’ve never done that shit before.”
He grimaced and scrubbed a hand across his face. “Okay, let’s just take this one step at time. It’s not like you’re heading off to clubs and doing this shit with other people. I mean, I’m sure plenty of guys do it.”
“But you never have,” I said, almost questioningly.
“Fuck no. That shit definitely is not for me. But hey, man, if that’s what you like, go for it.”
“Yeah, but…how do I find out if it’s the right thing for me?”
“Well, did you like it?”
I shrugged. “I mean, it’s not bad. I’ve never done it before. I guess I would need more practice with it.”
“Well, from what I understand about BDSM, it’s all about practice and training.”
I snorted. Yeah, like I didn’t have enough of that already. “I just don’t know anything about this shit. Not that it matters. I’m not seeing her again,” I reminded myself, “and I’m definitely not fucking her again.”
“Sure,” he snorted. “Hey!” he called over my shoulder.
“What are you doing?” I asked in a panic, glancing at the guys that looked our way.
“Getting help.”
“I don’t need fucking help.”
He laughed. “Yeah, you do.”
“No,
I don’t,” I growled, but it was too late. We were already drawing a crowd. “Don’t fucking do this,” I hissed.
“So, anyone here into BDSM?”
I groaned and hid my face. This was so fucking embarrassing.
“I like to fuck Lucy really hard,” Hunter said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Does that count?”
“Do you spank her, or get spanked?” Storm asked Hunter.
“Oh, God,” I groaned. “Make it stop.”
“Nah. Not my thing.”
“It’s not really my thing either,” Gabe said, “but I’ve heard a thing or two.”
“Of course you have,” I muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Gabe asked.
“Well, let’s face it. It was either you or Burg,” I responded.
Burg stepped forward and glared at me. “Hey, I resent that.”
“Do you, sheep fucker?” Storm laughed.
“I’m not- it was a fucking joke!” he said indignantly.
“And so is this,” I said, laughing uncomfortably. All I needed was for them to turn and walk away.
“Tacos has a little bit of a problem here. His woman is into BDSM,” Storm filled them in.
“No, she’s not,” I laughed.
“Seriously?” Gabe asked. “How into it?”
He seemed genuinely curious, so I figured, what the hell. Maybe one of these guys could help me. So, despite how extremely uncomfortable I was with all this shit, I spilled my guts to them.
I gave a pathetic shrug. “I don’t know. I mean, she seems to really get into it. She plays the part well.”
“Like, she’s really quiet?” Hunter asked. “I’m confused.”
“No, she’s…she’s quite vocal.”
“Ah,” Gabe grinned. “So, she’s the one that’s into this.”
“Well, it sure as fuck isn’t me,” I snapped.
“Right, well, I’ve never been in that position before. I mean, I’m not saying it’s wrong, but it’s not for me.”
Burg snorted. “Finally, we found something that Gabe doesn’t do.”
“Hey, I’ve done a lot of shit, but that’s just taking it a step too far. No offense,” he said, turning to me. I waved him off. Frankly, I couldn’t blame him. I was thinking worse.
“Well, if you really like this girl, then you need to find out if this is a relationship you can be in,” Hunter said.
“Is it really that big of a deal?” I wasn’t getting what the issue was. So she wanted me to spank her pussy? Did that change the whole dynamic of our sexual relationship? Not that we had one. This was strictly for research purposes, in case I ever accidentally found myself near her pussy again.
“Look, man,” Gabe said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I get that you want some normal relationship, but if this is what she wants, there’s no normal about anything to do with sex anymore between the two of you. There are whips, chains, floggers-”
“Belts,” Hunter cut in.
“Ball gags,” Storm supplied.
“Anal plugs-”
“Nipple clamps-”
“Chastity devices-”
“Dildos-”
“I thought you guys said you didn’t know anything about this,” I cut in. “And I don’t know half the shit you’re talking about.”
“Oh, you will,” Hunter chuckled. “Just wait until your taco shell gets toasted.”
I looked at him strangely, but Gabe interrupted my question.
“Here,” Gabe waved me over. “Let’s just find a video and show you what you’re in for.”
He searched quickly on his phone and I found myself growing more and more uncomfortable by the moment. I didn’t want any part of this, and frankly, I was ready to go out of my fucking mind standing here with these guys.
“Here,” Gabe shoved his phone toward me. There was a man on the screen dressed in some kind of leather. The woman was also in leather and teased up to look like a slut. This was disturbing.
“I don’t want to watch this.”
“It’s porn,” Hunter pointed out. “The only difference is how they get to the end result.”
He had a point. I watched as the man got down on his knees and then the woman stood behind him. Wasn’t the man supposed to be the one that took charge? Of course, Molly had been the one that took charge last night. Maybe this was just how it started. The woman picked up a long stick with strings hanging off the end and slapped it hard across the man’s back. I flinched and my mouth went dry. What the fuck was that?
He moaned and she moved around in front of him, trailing the stick around his back to his front. She slapped it down again against his nipple and the man moaned even louder.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“You didn’t get this far?” Gabe asked.
“Fuck no.”
“Then you’re in for a real shock.”
Shit, I thought spanking her pussy was taking it too far. Now I was terrified to see what this entailed. And could I do any of this shit for her?
The woman shoved something in his mouth and then removed his pants. I shook my head as I watched in horror as the woman grabbed something metal and stood behind the man.
“Fuck no,” I muttered, terrified to watch, but even more terrified to look away. This was what Molly liked?
The man let out a yelp as the woman shoved the object right into the guy’s ass. “Holy fuck,” I shouted, stumbling away from the phone. “Why would anyone do that shit?”
“That’s what domination is about,” Gabe shrugged.
“That was not domination! He let her shove something up his ass!”
“What the fuck?”
I spun around and cringed when I saw Cap standing just feet behind us.
“Are you seriously watching porn at work?” Cap asked, glaring us all down.
“Uh…It’s not what it looks like,” Storm answered quickly. “It’s…well, you see… the thing is…”
“What is the thing?” Cap asked.
“Tony’s girlfriend wants to dominate him,” he rushed out.
I started to nod, but then did a double take. “She what?”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Burg said, placing a hand on my shoulder before cringing and pulling his hand away, like I had fucking cooties or something.
“She doesn’t want to dominate me, asshole.”
“Then why did you tell us she did?” Gabe asked.
“I didn’t!”
“You kind of made it sound that way,” Storm said. “I mean, you said that she had you handcuffed, and I asked if she was the one that initiated it, and you said yes.”
“Because she did!”
“Yeah, but the dom initiates in BDSM,” Gabe pointed out.
“And how the fuck would I know that?”
“Well, in that case, we need to watch a different video.”
“Oh, hell,” Cap muttered as Gabe started scrolling through his phone.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. I was fucking losing it. “I’m not watching any more videos. I’m not talking any more about this. It’s over. It’s not like I have to participate.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you aren’t into spankings,” Burg clarified.
“Not for me!”
“And you don’t like being whipped,” Gabe added.
“I’ve never done it and I never plan to,” I snapped.
“And we don’t have to worry about butt plugs, I’m assuming,” Storm said.
I glared at him. I wasn’t going to even justify that with a response.
“Great,” Cap said unenthusiastically. “So, we can forget the porn videos and get back to the real work, like training and killing people?”
We all nodded, though I felt that I was nodding with more excitement than the rest of them. It was almost like they wanted me to be into that shit.
Cap clapped his hands together and grinned. “Perfect. Let’s get back to real work. Oh, and uh…I’m glad you’re not i
nto that shit,” Cap said, turning back to me. “You kind of had me worried. You know, first the bedwetting thing and then wanting to be spanked.”
He walked away and all the guys looked at me curiously. “I don’t fucking wet the bed. It was a joke.”
Yeah, none of them seemed to believe it.
✯✯✯✯✯
“Alright, let’s get down to business,” Cap said, slapping a ruler against his palm with a grin. The guys all laughed. Yeah, it was really fucking funny. “Anyway, as you all know, Maggie is past the expected delivery date and she’s still doing well. But if she doesn’t go into labor by Monday, they’re going to induce. We need to get a plan in place for the next few months.”
“Who’s delivering the babies?” Cazzo asked with a laugh.
“The doctors at the hospital,” Cap said, narrowing his eyes at Cazzo.
“I don’t know. I bet twenty bucks that Sinner delivers them.”
“No fucking way,” Sinner retorted. “I’ve seen enough of Maggie’s vagina to last me a lifetime.”
“Can we not talk about my wife’s vagina at this meeting?”
“I’m just saying,” Cazzo continued. “I have twenty on Sinner for being there.”
“I’d go for forty that not only is he there, but he delivers at least two of them,” Storm said.
“No,” Chris cut in. “Cap’s too possessive. There’s no way he’s letting another man near his wife’s vagina.”
“Can we stop saying the word vagina in reference to my wife?” Cap said exasperatedly.
“But this is different,” Cazzo said, completely ignoring Cap. “With triplets, that makes things more complicated. I say not only does Sinner see her vagina, he has to help deliver the babies, if you know what I mean.”
“I’ll take that bet and raise you fifty,” Craig said.
“One hundred says that they deliver on the side of the road again,” I said, getting in on the action.
“You weren’t even here for that,” Cap said irritatedly.
I shrugged. “But I’d like to see it.”
“One hundred fifty says that Sinner and Maggie are alone, off on one of their adventures when Maggie goes into labor,” Ice laughed.
“I’m not going anywhere with Maggie until she delivers those kids,” Sinner cut in.
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