“Can I kill him this time? I’ll make it real painful, boss, I swear. No one needs to know. I can get rid of the body before anyone figures out he’s returned. Just say the word, boss, and it’s done.”
What the hell is going on!
“No. There isn’t need for bloodshed yet. But somehow, he found his way into my club, again.”
“Would someone please tell me what in the hell is going on?” Katarina asked, getting pissed. It was one thing to dismiss the antics of her submissive, but when her boss and dungeon master start talking about killing an innocent man, just for sport, well, she drew that proverbial line in the sand.
“Sorry, my dear, sometimes I forget that you’ve only been here for a year. Have a seat and Matthias and I will fill you in on the misadventures of the illustrious Jack Daniel Kincaid and his cohorts in crime, Brannon and Conner,” Gabriel requested. Sitting in one of the overstuffed chairs in his office, she did as he ordered and waited for them to follow. Matthias took the seat next to her while Gabriel sat at his desk.
After a few seconds of contemplation, Gabriel began, “This whole mess started almost six years ago, right before the big snowfall of ’07. Sophie Kincaid, the mother to that ragtag bunch, was just released from privately run mental hospital where she had been serving time for beating the hell out of a man. Now, before you go and ask, Sophie is not mentally unstable, per se. She is what the people who know her like to call extraordinarily exuberant. It was because of that fact that our town doctor Andrew Jenkins saw to it that she went to the mental facility. The judge presiding over the case wanted to send her to prison, but Andrew testified and recommended otherwise. He even made sure that the facility she went to was, well, for lack of a better word, a retreat. Anyway, upon her return, the town welcomed her home, and all was good, until once again Sophie was accused of beating another man in Celestial. Since she was on probation, Pisces, the sheriff of Celestial, had no choice but to arrest Sophie and put her under house arrest until her trial.”
“That’s when things got freaky,” Matthias muttered.
“That’s putting it lightly. They created chaos. No one knew who did what and who was to blame,” Gabriel countered.
“And don’t forget that they enlisted your wife and Kelly and almost got them killed,” Matthias added.
Gabriel growled. “Don’t remind me.”
“Wait a minute,” Katarina interjected. The conversation was quickly getting off track, and so far, it had nothing to do with why those idiots forgot about her. “You just got married to Antoinette last year, so anything that happened before then technically you have no claim to, and besides, what does this have to do with my submissive and his brother?”
“We’re getting there.” Gabriel smiled.
“This story is extensive and crazy as hell. If I didn’t see it happen before my own eyes, I would have never believed it.” Matthias grinned.
“Anyway, so with Sophie under house arrest, her sons…”
“The spawns of Satan,” Matthias whispered.
“Her sons took it upon themselves to free their mother. Looking back it was rather genius, you know,” Gabriel said.
“I told you it’s always the quiet ones. Who knew Phillip had it in him?”
“I sure as hell didn’t.”
“Phillip? You mean there is another one?” Katarina asked, interrupting them again.
“No, he goes by Conner, but his first name is really Phillip. Something to do with his father and the universe playing a horrible joke,” Gabriel replied.
“More like the Universe having a little fun, if you ask me.” Matthias grinned.
“Off track, boys.” Katarina snapped her fingers. “Finish, before I commit myself to a mental hospital.”
“Sorry, my dear. As I was saying, Treasure Cove has had an illustrious past. Did you know that this town has survived an avalanche, a fire, an Indian uprising, the hippie revolt of ’86, and most recently Charlotte Connelly? However all of that pales in comparison to the prison break of ’07. Now imagine, if you will, three grown men dressed as women, two young girls dressed as men, three clowns, a witch and her coven, and one hulking Norse god dressed as Spider-man, and nobody knows who did what. All that anyone knows for sure was that, it was a female who walked into the Treasure Cove sheriff’s office, apprehended Braxton, and put him in a cell. Then this bunch of misfits systematically raided the sheriff’s station of all of its weapons. They then proceeded to hook up with two more men dressed as Abbot and Costello, who have yet to be identified, and break into the county courthouse. They stole the incriminating evidence against Sophie and headed east toward Celestial, where they meet up with a gaggle of geese, and before anyone knew what was going on, the sheriff of Celestial was strung up in front of his office with daisies wrapped around his dick, Sophie was missing, and no one knew anything.
“A full investigation immediately ensued, but the biggest problem was, while the investigators were looking for Sophie in Celestial, that band of misfits snuck Sophie into my Club and left her to her own devices. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love Ms. Sophie. She is a sweet woman. However, when a fifty-seven-year-old woman comes into my dungeon, dressed as nun holding a bible, and then proceeds to preach the word of God, talking about the sins of the flesh, while I have a submissive up on the cross, well, that didn’t sit well with me.”
“Me either,” Matthias muttered.
“Well, you let her in!” Gabriel shouted
“It was costume night!” Matthias yelled back. “I thought she was a regular.”
“So what happened next?” Katarina asked, trying desperately to hold back her laughter.
“What happened next was fucking chaos, that’s what!” Gabriel bellowed. “That woman quickly fled as if the hounds of hell were nipping at her feet, while the fucking school’s marching band used my dungeon for practice!”
“Wait a minute, how did teenagers get into the club?” she asked.
“They weren’t teenagers!” Gabriel seethed. “They were grown men dressed as teenagers.”
“And because word got out that the boss man let a couple of underage kids slip into his club, The Pleasure Cave was immediately shut down, we were investigated by child services, the FBI, and the state liquor board. It was a complete mess,” Matthias added.
“And now he’s back. The mastermind behind all of this mess, once again, he snuck into my club, and I didn’t even know about it.”
“Technically he didn’t sneak in,” Katarina admitted. “I signed him in as a guest of mine.”
“According to the register, you logged in Conner Kincaid, not J.D,” Matthias said.
“Well, I did have my tongue down his throat when he handed his ID to Violet. The man is a really good kisser.” Katarina grinned sheepishly.
“That good kisser owes me roughly one hundred and seventy thousand dollars, the money I had to fork over to the authorities to open my club again, and that’s not including the damages to the club and the new surveillance equipment I had to install. So, go find him, beat him, whip him, flog him, I don’t care. Just make sure he knows he is no longer allowed in my club,” Gabriel stated, and handed her a sheet of paper.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“Jackass’s address.” Gabriel smiled. Taking the paper, Kat grinned and stood. She wasn’t so sure that Gabriel would get his money back, nor did she really care. All that mattered was that she had a location on the two men who left her high and dry. Paybacks were a bitch, and she was the Mistress of Pain. Those boys didn’t know what was coming.
“Oh, and, Katarina,” Gabriel said before she left the room. “Don’t let their perversions sway you. They can be sweet as puppies one minute and ornery bulls the next.”
Unsure what her boss meant by that, she just nodded and left the room.
* * * *
“You’re a bad actor, boss.” Matthias grinned, leaning back in the chair. “I know you set her up. Katarina is going to hunt you down when she figures
it out.”
Gabriel got up and walked over to the minibar along the far wall of his office, and poured himself a drink. “She needed a little push. I’ve watched her for the last year as she has distanced herself from any form of physical intimacy. It’s not healthy. I thought when she took Brannon as a submissive he would help, but she never let herself feel. I know he wants more, but he isn’t strong enough to ask for it, and neither is Conner. That boy never leaves the farm. But J.D., well, that bastard has the biggest set of balls I’ve ever seen. If anyone can control the chaos that is about to ensue, it’s him. Those boys have always fallen for the same woman. She’s had two already. It’s up to the third to seal her fate. Besides, those boys have been a thorn in my side for years. I think they need a firm hand to get them back on track.”
“Agreed, but can this town handle what you have just unleashed?” Matthias asked, and accepted the malt scotch from his boss.
“Who knows? But one thing is for damn sure, I am taking my wife and brother on a vacation starting tomorrow,” Gabriel informed his dungeon master, then swallowed his scotch in one gulp. Placing the glass on his desk, he headed for the door. “Call me when it’s safe to come home.”
Chapter Four
Conner Kincaid stood over the stove, enjoying the silence. He preferred it that way. Life was easier with everyone gone. His mom was getting ready for a big trip to Europe with Aunt Anne and Miz Raven and wouldn’t be back until after the snow melted. Brannon was still pulling double shifts so Braxton could have as much time as possible at home to help Jordan and Charlotte with the new baby, and his oldest brother J.D. was nowhere to be found. Of course, if he had it his way, Jack would fall off some cliff and suffer the worst imaginable pain the human body could endure, before what heart he did have gave out or exploded into a million pieces.
Yep, he was totally over Jack bailing on him six years ago, leaving him all by himself to run the family ranch, take care of their mom, and make sure Brannon didn’t accidently shoot himself in the foot. Now, only if he could wrap his fingers around the jackass’s neck and choke the living life from his body, the year would look better. Instead, he was slaving once again over the stove, watching the minutes tick by.
Brannon was late for dinner…again!
“I don’t know why I even bother,” he muttered, turning off the stove and throwing the pot in the sink. “If that fucker wants to eat, he can cook it himself.”
Storming off to his bedroom, Conner slammed the door and then fell onto his bed. It was late, and he was exhausted. Unlike Deputy Dumbass, his day started before the rooster cocked his head and barked. What he needed was a vacation. The problem with doing just that was that there was no one around to take his place. What ranch hands he had, he could barely pay, and those he couldn’t, well, they were allowed to stay on the property with free room and food, if they helped out doing what they could. Too bad they were also drunkards and totally useless.
Rolling over on his side, he looked out his window over the land that had been in his family since the town had been settled. The ABC Ranch was the second largest piece of property in the area. The first Kincaids to settle in this area, Adam, Bailey, and Cord Kincaid, started with just a dream. A dream to own and operate a thriving cattle ranch, and over the years, their future generations each gave it their best shot. Always coming close, but never succeeding. The Kincaids could always see the finish line, but never had the moxie to cross it.
Yep, he came from a long line of giver-uppers!
Of course, he really couldn’t blame his family, especially when they had to fight off locusts, famine, disease, and the occasional psychotic breakdown. Nope, Conner figured his family just had to have the worst fucking luck on the planet, or they were cursed. Yeah, he was going to go with a curse. A curse was a hell of a lot better than being bat-shit crazy. To make matters worse, if it could even get worse, which he knew it could, there was his hobby. Well, he liked to call it a hobby. According to his older brother J.D., it was a perversion, and as such, he should never ever tell anyone about his so-called hobby.
The only problem he had with that was if he didn’t tell a woman what he liked, then how in the hell was he supposed to get laid? He was getting real tired of pretending when he was with a woman. On the few occasions he actually was, he had to make believe he was normal. Pretending was fine in a pinch, but what he wanted, needed, was someone who didn’t run laughing from the room when he asked for certain things.
He was not perverted.
He was just specific to the point of madness. He was so confused. Half the time he didn’t know whether to scratch his watch or wind his butt! All he wanted was to find a woman who would accept him for who he was. Was that too much to ask for? Oh, and he wanted the ranch to do well, but figuring he could only hope for one of those to come true, so he went with the lesser of two evils. Asking for both was like hoping in one hand and shitting in the other. He knew which one would fill faster.
So he liked to dress up like a bird and parade around for a beautiful woman while he squawked and strutted, earning his right to mate with her. Birds were beautiful, highly sexual, and unique. That was how he always described himself on his blog. That was until J.D. found it and started bombarding it with hunting pictures of dead fowl.
The bastard.
Oh, his oldest brother never did let up on him, even when he found out that Brannon was a closet puppy. Nope, going after the pretty birdie was more interesting than hurting the little puppy.
Asshole.
Conner wished he could just once find out that the perfect Jack Daniel Kincaid was flawed, and when he did, he was going to take out a full page spread in the Treasure Cove Inquirer and announce it to everyone. Hell, he even might Facebook about it. That would teach his older brother a good lesson. Until that day came, he was screwed.
Turning over on his back, Conner looked at the poster he had hanging on his ceiling. He loved that poster. It represented everything he wished he could be. Just looking at the poster made his dick hard. Rubbing his growing shaft, he stared, mesmerized by the beautiful woman above him, dressed in stunning form-hugging blue latex and headdress. Her shining mahogany hair glistened as it flowed around her as the sun set behind her. Her legs, long and slender, shimmered like diamonds, but it was her eyes. The bluest eyes he had ever seen stared back at him, beckoning him to mate with her. If he could find a woman like that, his worries over the ranch would fade, because none of that would matter, he would have her.
The slamming of the front door let him know that Brannon was finally home. Sighing, Conner rolled out of bed, ignoring his need to rub one out to relieve the tension in his body. Instead, he got up and walked out of his room in search of his brother.
“I’m telling you, no one said shit!” Brannon shouted.
“Well someone Narc’d, and it wasn’t me.”
Oh hell no! No! No! No!
“What are you doing back?” Conner asked angrily, keeping a safe distance from his older brother. He didn’t trust J.D. not to grab him and throw him in headlock while giving him a noogie. Conner hated when he did that.
“PC!” Jack said, walking toward him. “How ya doing, buddy?”
Talking a step back, Conner held out his hand in front of him, halting J.D. “The name is Conner, not buddy, and definitely not PC. Remember it, and as for how I’m doing, what do you care? You bolted like a scalded cat in the frying pan and left me holding the fire extinguisher. So you don’t get to ask me anything. I’ll be the one asking the questions, and the main one I want answered is, when are you leaving?”
* * * *
Jack knew returning home wasn’t going to be easy. He had burnt so many bridges when he left Treasure Cove, he feared the only way across the rough waters of returning home was to give blood to the goblin king, and prayed the evil bastard didn’t sink the boat just out of pure spite. When he left home close to three years ago, his cousins, Jeff and Caleb Hicks, were in the processes of claiming the cute libraria
n, while the Quinn Brothers were reacquainting themselves with Emma and their daughter. He was happy for his cousins and begrudged them nothing. They each deserved their happiness, but Jack knew that kind of life was not in his cards. Nope, his cards simply read live life to his fullest because eventually it was going to bite him in the ass.
And it had done just that.
Jack had seen quite a bit of beautiful country since his departure from Montana. He had surfed the waters off the coast of Maui, he rode a donkey down into the Grand Canyon, he ripcorded through the Amazon, and he even skied the snow caps of the Swiss Alps. Yep, he was a true adrenaline junkie, and a world traveler to boot. Anything exiting, adventurous, and a little bit dangerous, he was there in the thick of it, and he loved every minute of it. He was getting ready for his most daring feat when some locals alerted him that a courier had hand delivered a letter to their local tribesman. Normally that wouldn’t have stopped him from jumping off the Victoria Falls, the largest waterfall in the world, but when the locals uttered the word “Montana,” well, that stopped him dead in his tracks.
He hadn’t heard from home in so long, he feared something had happened and raced back to the village, where the tribal leader handed him the letter. Within an hour, he was racing down the dirt road in a beat-up old World War Two jeep, hoping to catch the next flight out of Zimbabwe for home.
At first when he arrived, he hadn’t intended to find his home empty, but knowing that PC was out working the ranch, he chose just to drop his bags and head into town to test the waters. Knowing there was no better place to do that, he headed to Macie’s diner. He was pleasantly surprised when the little firecracker he once knew jumped into his arms and welcomed him home, and he was even more shocked to find out that the Jenkins brothers had finally wised up and done the right thing. However, what he was not expecting was to find his little pussy cat sitting in the corner booth, staring at him. Talk about a shocker. The last time he saw her was a little over a year ago as he was passing through, heading for New York City for the New Year’s celebration. He never forgot her, and knew he never would. Therefore, he did what came naturally to him, and he took what he wanted. Since then, he had been shacking up with her at her place.
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