Seeking Our Revenge : Nelson Brothers'

by Liberty Parker

  Jonas and I have become close because he’s the one I see and talk to the most. “Yo, Piper, there’s a delivery for you.” Jonas says, walking into the media room where I’ve been sitting, lost in this new romance book. I had asked if it was okay to order an e-reader, seeing as all of my stuff is likely now in the local dump, and Atticus gave me the card again with instructions to order ‘whatever the fuck I wanted’ as long as he didn’t have to go shop. He can be such an asshole, yet I think even though our communication has been limited, he’s lonely. No clue how I figured that one out, except for the fact that when he is around, he makes a point to be where I’m at, whether it’s soaking in the tub, or lazing around in the media room.

  “What is it?” I ask him.

  “No clue, it doesn’t have a return address.” That’s odd, the last thing I ordered has already been delivered. Shrugging my shoulders, I take the package from his hand and begin to open it. He leans over my shoulder where I’m sitting on the couch and watches on as I open it. When I finally get the seal broken, pictures start flying out. I pick one up and see my sister, tied to a chair with bruises all over her body. I scream and Jonas jumps over the couch and rips the envelope from my hands and picks up all of the pictures. “I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere.”

  Where the fuck does he think I could go? I don’t have any place to call my own, and no transportation to go anywhere even if I did. I sit there, visually seeing the one picture I did glance at over and over again in my head. It’s playing on repeat, and I can’t even imagine the kind of fear she’s experiencing right now.

  “Oh, God, Destiny, what are they doing to you?” I cry out. I feel the warmth of my tears as they course down my face at what she’s endured. I’m sure since I’ve been gone and they no longer have their patsy, she’s been bearing the brunt of their displeasure.

  “Piper!” I hear Atticus call out my name as he flies through the house.

  “I’m in the media room,” I manage to get out through my sobs.

  “I’m so sorry,” he says, sitting next to me and pulling me into the comfort of his arms. “They will pay, every one of them will pay with their lives. I promise you this,” he coos.

  “They are dead, no doubt about it,” Silas says, making me jump because I didn’t realize he was in the room with us.

  “Dead men walking,” Jonas vows alongside his brothers.

  “I just want her to be okay,” I stammer out. “I need her to be okay.”

  “She will be, but this shows us she’s still alive,” Atticus tries to calm me down.

  “How do you figure? Those could have been taken days ago!” I scream.

  “No, they weren’t. In one of the photos she’s holding up this morning’s newspaper.”

  “I didn’t see that one,” I tell him.

  “That’s because you don’t need that visual of those in your head, Hellcat. They always look worse than they are, I swear.” I can’t help but wonder if he’s lying to me to appease my guilty conscience.

  “There wasn’t a return address, but I’m going to call the delivery company and see what information I can obtain from them,” Jonas tells us, exiting the room.

  “If anyone can find anything, it’s him. Is there anything I can do for you?” Atticus asks me.

  “Just hold me, for now, just hold me close.”

  “I can do that,” he says, and I notice him share a look with Silas, who quickly leaves the room and heads back down the stairs.

  “C’mon, Hellcat,” he says, scooping me up and carrying me up the stairs. My protests fall on deaf ears as he strips my pants off and places me in the bed, then strips down to his boxer briefs before he crawls in next to me, pulling me close. “I’ve got you, Piper. We’ll find them,” he murmurs, again and again, until it lulls me to sleep. I don’t even feel him kiss my forehead.

  I wake, what must be hours later because the sun has set, and wonder what it was that woke me from such a deep, sated sleep. That’s when I realize that my bladder is working in overdrive. I feel his body draped over mine and try to figure out how to get out of the dilemma I find myself faced with. He’s not fat, not by any stretch of the imagination, but he is a big man and his weight has me effectively pinned. I start to wiggle and his arms tighten slightly. I don’t wanna wake him up but I’m quickly approaching a serious emergency.

  “Atticus,” I whisper, hoping I can get through just enough for him to release me.

  “Sleep, go back to sleep,” he murmurs. His eyes are still closed so I know he’s not hearing me and the plea in my tone.

  “Gotta pee unless you want me wetting your bed. Fair warning, if I do that, I won’t sleep on the wet spot.” He jumps like he’s been electrocuted.

  My words obviously hit home because he releases me enough for me to scoot out from under him. I’m glad he did because I barely make it to take care of things. Once I’ve cleaned up, I go back into the room and crawl in next to him. “Sorry, Roughrider,” I whisper.

  “You good?” he mumbles. Sleep still evident in his voice.

  “Yeah.” I look at him and can tell he’s barely aware of his surroundings, let alone me laying next to him.

  “Then sleep.”

  I roll my eyes at his words. Even dead to the world, his bossy nature shines through. I crawl over him, just because, and flop down next to him. He lets out an oomph, causing satisfaction to take hold.

  “You’ll pay for that, Hellcat,” he mutters before pulling me close once again. “Now, last time I’m gonna say it, sleep for fuck’s sake!”

  “Aye, aye, captain,” I sassily respond. He squeezes me to him one last time, placing a gentle kiss upon my forehead and then I hear his breathing even out. Why is it that men can almost always fall asleep so easily, but women sit around and contemplate the world around them?

  9

  Atticus

  The next morning, I wake up, kiss Piper’s nose and get ready for another round with the good old senator.

  “You ready to talk yet?”

  “I swear on my life, I don’t know anything else!”

  “Your life! You want to go there?” I raise my eyebrow at him, is he really going to go there? Deciding I’ve had enough of his bullshit answers and lies, I think it’s time to take things to the next level. I pull out my pliers and walk over to him and tie his hands to the arms of the chair. “You won’t be needing these,” I say, grabbing the end of one of his fingernails and yanking it out of the nail bed with enough strength to pull a chunk of skin with it.

  “Seems I’m late to the party,” Silas smirks, walking into the room and standing next to me. “You can’t have all the fun!”

  “You can get his toes,” I laugh, because Silas has a phobia about feet.

  “The fuck you say, I’ll remove his teeth, one agonizing tooth at a time.” The senator’s eyes widen in fear and sweat begins to form at his scalp, and slide down the sides of his face.

  “Please, please don’t,” he pleads.

  “You going to give us anything else?” Silas asks him.

  “What else do you want to know? I swear, I don’t know as much as you seem to think I do.”

  “I don’t believe that you lived amongst them for as long as you did, yet you know nothing! Do you take me for an idiot? I promise you, I’ve known men like you all of my life. You must know something you’re willing to bargain with for your life.” Not that he’s leaving this room still alive, but I need to make him think he’s got a fighting chance at survival.

  “Okay, okay, okay,” he takes a deep breath. “I may know the addresses for three safe houses! One’s over off of Broad Street, near the dead end. A brown house, two-story, with a huge fence all around it. The other one is out off of Route 35, past that old dairy farm that closed down. If you head out that way, it’s on the right, about two miles past the farm. Black fencing surrounds the property. The last one is over the laundromat in town. They used to laugh that folks were hidden in plain sight.”

  Silas shoot
s me a look and heads out the door. I know he’s going to give Jonas this bit of news so he can start digging and find out all he can about the locations. We don’t go in until we’re fully prepared and from the sounds of it, we’re going to need our back-up teams so we can hit them all at the same time. Can’t tip our hand to this group or we might never see Destiny alive again.

  And I made a promise to my hellcat.

  We will bring her back.

  Failure is not an option.

  “Wait,” he hollers out. “There’s this man, he hangs out at the Green Lantern bar. He knows everything. If you want to find her location, and not search all of those properties and take a chance of her not being there, he’s your guy.”

  “Name?” I demand. For shits and giggles, I walk over and fire up my table saw. He immediately pisses his pants. “Now what did you go and do that for? I’m just having a little fun. Why do you all piss your pants when I turn this on…now, no more stalling…Name!” I bellow the last word.

  “Sinclair Robenstein, that’s his name. He’s huge, not as big as you, but close in stature and size. He’s got long, stringy black hair, blue eyes, almost translucent, and has a scar from his right eye to the tip of his nose. You can’t miss him.” And that right there, is the information I’ve been waiting for. Now, the good old senator can meet the reaper and beg for mercy in the afterlife. Knowing that this is as much information as we’re going to receive from him that’s helpful. I walk behind him, wrap my right arm around his neck to where my elbow is in the middle of his throat. I grab my right wrist with my left hand and pull with all of my might. I hear his windpipe crush and hear him struggle as the last breath of air leaves his body. He sags in his chair, and now I can call in the cleaners to dispose of his body. I’ll let Law know later that his woman and that little girl no longer have to worry about this piece of scum.

  I text Jonas the name the senator just gave me and also the name of the bar he frequents. We may need to go in that direction first before following the lead on the locations he gave us. If we can get our hands on this Sinclair person, we possibly can get her rescued safer than if we just randomly choose locations. I need Jonas to do his thing and the three of us can come up with a solid plan.

  Walking out of the room, I pass Silas, who questions, “No teeth? Fuck, you take all my fun away.”

  “Sorry, bro, but I’ve got things to do,” I tell him. More like a woman, but whatever. I need her softness right now and no, I’m not examining that too closely.

  “Bro? You haven’t called me that since high school.” He chuckles, but I keep moving. I need to check on Piper, she is my number one priority right now. Well, that and bringing home her sister so I can put them both out of their current misery. I walk into my room and see the bed is empty. Deciding I need to clean the blood from my hands before touching her, I go in the bathroom and wash my hands. No blood on my clothes, just under my fingernails and painted on my fingers, hands, and wrists. Damn, taking someone’s nails is a bloody task, but someone’s gotta do it.

  I rush through the house searching for her. I find her in the kitchen with an old radio plugged into a wall socket. It looks like the one that Jonas used to have in his bedroom when we were younger. Her hips are shaking to a pop song I’ve never heard before, but am willing to listen to as long as she keeps moving the way she is now. I feel my dick hardening and walk up behind her, grabbing her hips and pulling her into me as I grind into her softness. I know I’m taking a chance like this with Silas and Jonas in the house, but she lights a fire in my blood every time I see her.

  “Wha-oh, Atticus! You scared the hell outta me!” she exclaims, in a rush. Glancing down, I can see her nipples have pebbled at our contact and I smirk.

  “Hungry, Piper. Bend over,” I command, my hands undoing the fastening of her shorts.

  “Here? Now? What about your brothers?” she squeaks out.

  “They’re busy.” And that’s not a lie, Jonas will be at his computer for the next couple of hours and Silas is calling the cleaners and getting our tools sanitized for our next victim.

  “Then take me, not that I’d really care if they walked in on us, I just wanted to make sure you were cool with it.” That little minx.

  “I don’t give a damn if they catch me fucking you. They won’t do anything but watch anyways, I don’t share, especially not you.” My brothers have walked in on me with women in the past, they just sit back and watch the show. Sometimes, they even take turns. It’s usually no skin off my back, but they won’t be placing one finger on Piper.

  I feel her shiver at my words and I reach between us, testing to see if she’s ready for me or not. Don’t mind if she’s not, I’ve got a hunger that only she can satisfy. Soaked. She’s drenched, so I waste no time unzipping and pulling out my dick and lining up. “Gonna be hard and fast, baby,” I murmur. I push her over the counter top so she’s laying flat on it with her top half. She shivers from the coolness of it, so I yank her shirt and bra off with one tug so that her nipples are touching the cool tiles.

  She hisses out a breath when I slam home and I have to mentally count to keep from blowing my load. Fucking tighter than hell and it puts me on the edge every single time. “You gonna move or what?” she asks, wiggling her ass. I smack it, enjoying the way my hand looks on her creamy flesh, before I start moving. It’s not a slow dance, I slam into her over and over again, never lessening the strength or rhythm of my hips.

  “Fuck, Atticus! Don’t stop!” she screams out. As if I could at this point.

  “Get yourself there, Hellcat, not gonna last much longer,” I pant out. Fuck, me panting? I’m in superb physical condition, but any time we’re fucking, I’m out of breath faster than a ninety-year old man using a walker. Her hand snakes between us, and I can feel her rubbing at her clit. The added bonus of her fingers occasionally touching my dick has me ready to come.

  “Now! Come now!” I demand, because my balls have drawn up and I know I’m fixing to explode inside of her any second now.

  “I’m there, just one more…Atticus!” she screams out, clamping down on me and drawing out my immediate release.

  “Fuck, Piper!” I bellow, shoving my head in her neck. I bite down, not hard, just a love bite, she shivers. I’ve noticed how she likes a little pain mixed with pleasure, so I have tried to implement it either, during sex, or as soon as we’re done. “Damn, I needed that,” I state as I pull away from her. Imagine my shock the minute I look down and see my come trailing down her thighs. Fuck me! I forgot the damn condom, I never forget to glove myself. What the fuck is wrong with me?

  It’s her! It’s all her damn fault, I can’t ever seem to contain myself when it comes to her. My anger taking over, I shove away from her and march out of the room, tucking myself away as I leave. “The hell is wrong with me?” I mutter under my breath as I head to my room to take a shower.

  Piper

  I stand here dumbfounded at his rude departure. What the fuck is his deal? Then I feel a sticky substance running down my legs. You have got to be shitting me! I’m not protected against STDs or pregnancy! How could he do this to me? I’m suddenly very angry myself. I reach over, grab a paper towel, and wet it so I can clean myself. Meanwhile, I’m cursing him out in my head as what I’m going to do to him to pay him back starts playing in my head.

  Seems like a little mindfuck is in order. Decision made, I head up to his room.

  Operation Mindfucking Atticus begins now.

  I hear the shower running, and I quickly strip down, and head to the bathroom. Slipping inside, I pick up my sponge, and add some of my body wash before saying, “Had no clue you wanted kids, Roughrider.”

  His stammer would be cute, but I’m pissed off. How dare he expose me to anything? “What are you talking about, Piper?” he asks.

  “Well, the only time a man doesn’t protect himself and the woman is if they’re attempting to procreate. But what really worries me, is that I caught gonorrhea from a bathroom, from the bar I worke
d at a few months ago. I got prescribed antibiotics, and all of that, but before I could go back and get retested, I was kidnapped.” How do you like that bag of apples! It’s a lie, but I really want to mess with him.

  I see his face go pale at my words and have to bite back my giggles. The big, bad, Atticus Nelson looks like he wants to puke right now.

  He turns around not looking at me, his shoulders fall and he says, “I’ll call in Dr. Sandall to come and check us both out. Maybe he can give you the morning after pill or something.”

  Those words anger me more. He wants me to kill what could potentially become our child! He really is a monster! “Fuck you!” I scream, beating on his back. “I was fucking with you, wanted you to think so that next time you don’t lose control!”

  “Next time? There will never be that, Hellcat. This is the last time I make that mistake.”

  “Mistake!” I screech out. “I’m nobody’s ‘mistake’ you asshole!”

  “Fuck you, Piper.” He gets out of the shower and quickly dries off, leaving me under the hot spray.

  “Fuck me,” I say, pointing at my chest. “No, fuck you, Atticus! You’re the one who didn’t protect us. So if something comes from this, you’re just going to have to deal.” I jump on his back and begin pulling his hair. I’m so motherfucking mad right now I could spit nails. He wants a fight, he’ll get one because there’s no way I’m backing down from him.

  “Woman,” he growls at me. “Knock it the fuck off, now!”

  “Not happening, you misogynistic asshole!” We make it to the bedroom where an all-out brawl begins. He throws me over his head and I land on the bed, taking a few clumps of hair with me. I get up and charge him again, he rushes out to the hallway where I pursue him. I jump on him again and we go tumbling down the stairs where we land in front of Jonas and Silas. Butt ass naked, and they’re both looking down on us in amusement.

  “You kids fighting again?” Silas asks us, with humor in his voice.