The Nameless (The Huntress #3)
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The Nameless
Book Three
Dawn Robertson
Kristen Hope Mazzola
Contents
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Epilogue
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Copyright
THE NAMELESS
Copyright © 2017 Dawn Robertson & Kristen Hope Mazzola
Published by Dawn Robertson & Kristen Hope Mazzola
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Published: Dawn Robertson & Kristen Hope Mazzola 2017
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Introduction
I am a good person.
In fact, I am the best of the best. I am a saint. I made the greatest sacrifice of my life in hopes of forgiveness from my sins. I saw the light and he saved me from the darkness.
I am Nameless.
Does anyone know who I really am?
Dawn and Kristen want to warn you: this is not for the faint of heart! But if gore, violence, and extreme sexual situation are your cup of tea, this is the read for you.
The Nameless is the third book in The Huntress Series. Therefore, it is recommended that you read The Huntress Book One before embarking on the rest of Ellie McGuire’s story in The Hopeless (The Huntress Book Two) and The Nameless (The Huntress Book Three).
Dedication
To everyone who has ever felt nameless:
there is a light in the darkness - never forget that.
Prologue
My First
Ellie
Watching the blood drip from the tip of my blade onto the damp grass mesmerizes me as I stand frozen in place. Jonathan Greco’s life was snuffed out only minutes ago, but it feels like years have passed. When he was alive, Jonathan was a crooked restaurant owner, cooking the books and laundering money for the Russian mob, and that was only the tip of the iceberg of criminal activity staining his resume. He was a small fish in the grand scheme of things, and Mr. Greco was an easy target. A foolish man, he was far too trusting.
I stand in the middle of his lavish garden of a backyard, wearing all black from head to toe, taking in his still features. The way his pale lips are parted just a bit, revealing his yellowed teeth. How a small trail of blood escapes from his left nostril into his short, graying beard. How his shaved bald head still glistens with sweat and his wide, hazel eyes stare off to nowhere. The fact that his hands are still clutching the arms of the metal lawn chair Theo strapped him to before I sliced his neck wide open is a little unhinging; it is my first time seeing a dead body. You would think with my checkered past with my mother I would have seen some in my time, but this poor slub is my first.
Theo’s large hand lands on my shoulder just as his gruff voice breaks through the silence of the still night air. “How did it feel, Ellie?”
The callous meaning behind his words makes my skin crawl. This is my first job. My first hit. My first kill. I expected to feel nothing—at least Theo told me I wouldn’t feel anything when taking the life of bad people. In the end, they are getting what they deserve, so why give them any of my emotion? I figured I would be completely lacking all remorse, but I am far from void. I am exhilarated. The power I hold in my right hand is something no one will ever be able to take from me, something I will never let go of.
“Right.” I finally answer Theo’s question. It’s the only word that comes to my mind that makes sense of my current state. I am perfectly fine. I am finding my place in the world. I am finally exactly where I am supposed to be, and the liberation that comes with that is priceless to me.
Having Theo by my side during this metamorphosis has been simply amazing. Over the years I have been in his care, Theo McGuire has molded me from the rags of a poor, helpless girl into a deadly socialite who has purpose in this fucked up world.
“What do we do with the body?” I glance up at Theo. He is cutting the zip ties off of Jonathan’s wrists and ankles, kneeling in the grass.
A slight smile plays on his lips as his eyes meet mine. “You, my dear, do not worry about the next part of this task. Your work here is done.”
I stare down at the black leather gloves covering my hands, trying to figure out what to do. I literally have no idea what to do with my hands—or any part of me, for that matter. “All right then.” I stand like an idiot, watching Theo shove up from the ground.
“Ellie, we talked about this.” He sighs before continuing, “Text Linc like we planned.” Theo’s words snap me back into the rhythm of the procedure we worked out. I take off my gloves and put them into the ziplock bag I have in my pocket, just like Theo and I practiced. Taking out my phone, I text Linc: It’s done.
It only takes seconds for Linc to respond: On it.
“Good to go.” I smile up at my mentor as he puts his gloves into the bag with mine.
“Then let’s go celebrate. I’m in the mood for steak, a nice juicy filet mignon washed down with an expensive bottle of red wine.” Theo grabs my hand and walks me out to the car he rented for our weekend in upstate New York.
Just like that, we never look back.
Chapter 1
Couches and Hookups
Ellie
It has been a little over a week since I moved into the house I once shared with Theo. Now I will share it with my daughter to start a whole new life. It is a good home for rebuilding; it is where I became Eleanor McGuire, and it will be where my little girl becomes Finley McGuire. Between the death threat and renovations on the house, I’ve felt so off my game for the past six months. I’m just glad to finally be home.
With Finley fast asleep upstairs in her brand new nursery, Linc is helping me move the last two sofas into my downstairs office, and then everything will be perfect. I can’t help it—I’m obsessed with perfection. The house project was enough to distract me from almost dying, and now that it’s almost complete, I’m slowly looking for something that will occupy my time and my mind for the next few months.
This is also the first time I’ve seen Linc this week. Ever since the incident (as I like to call it now), I’ve kept him at arm’s length. Yeah, we work together, but most of it can
be done from afar or over the phone. It’s just too dangerous to let him in these days. I’d rather just focus on Finley. She takes up most of my days now, far more than I originally thought she would. Motherhood is hard, but I find myself doing everything for her without complaint. I really have fallen in love with my new role as a mother.
I’ve also taken to writing a blog like a lot of other celebrity moms. With less public appearances and more of a social media thing, it seems fitting; that is just what I am comfortable with these days. I run up the stairs to the second floor of my new home and down the hall to Finley’s nursery to check on her. I put her down for a nap a little over a half hour ago and I want to make sure she isn’t just sitting up playing in her crib, her newest pastime, one that has been driving me crazy. Thankfully, I find that she is fast asleep, wrapped up in the green and blue owl blanket I put her down with. Her pretty pink cheeks are chubby and as I watch her, she smiles in her sleep. I wonder what she could possibly be dreaming about. Life is so peaceful at that age. I turn on the video monitor before heading back downstairs, and just as my foot hits the hardwood of the foyer, Linc appears around the corner.
“You scared the fuckin’ shit out of me.” I gasp as I push his shoulder on my way to the downstairs office we are going to be working in. I’m jumpy still; I know no one can get into my house, but I can’t shake the fear of someone trying to hurt me or Finley again. Not even the prescriptions my doctor prescribed weeks ago seem to help, only pot, which I can’t do when the new nanny, Gwen, is off. I’ve been trying to balance her hours considering Corin ended up dead on my damn watch. Even the thought of that day sends my anxiety into a tizzy. There was just so much that happened in such a short amount of time, and I am still fucking processing all of it.
“Where are these couches?” Linc asks me while taking his leather jacket off. The sun is shining bright and the weather is starting to get warmer, but there is still a chill lingering in the air this spring. During the day, it’s perfect for a walk in the park or to take Finley out into the backyard for a swing. I just wish I could actually act on it instead of staying cooped up in the house. My goal is to be fully back to my usual outgoing self by the end of the summer. That gives me plenty of time to keep working with the stupid therapist everyone (mainly Theo) is forcing me to see. He feels responsible for everything that happened and can’t forgive himself. I’ve watched him pull away from a very pregnant Journey, who is less than rational. I’m glad I did this whole baby thing without the pregnancy part, because I would have been as crazy as they come, for fucking sure.
I feel bad for her because she cares; in fact, I think she is one of the only women Theo has paraded into our lives who genuinely cares about him and not the price tag that comes with dating him. She is young but she is a good girl—not like the countless gold diggers I have seen come and go over the years. If I have to lose him to anyone, I can honestly say I am good with that women being Journey.
“Fuckin’ earth to Ellie!” Linc yells from across the office as he waves his hand in the air.
I laugh and shake my head free from all my thoughts. “Sorry, I was daydreaming again.” I brush my bangs out of my face and point to the backdoor. “I had the delivery guys just put them in the garage last month. They came too early and the damn flooring wasn’t finished yet—took two weeks longer than anticipated”
Linc lets out a sigh while rubbing the back of his neck. “You are something else.” He laughs before making his way out to the garage. Minutes later he comes back through the door with the white leather loveseat slung over his shoulder like it is weightless. A thin sheen of sweat covers his body as the white t-shirt he always wears begins to cling to every muscle in his chest and arms. I can’t help but stare as the mere sight brings my body to life. It’s been months since I had to fight these kinds of raging teenage hormones. This is the longest I’ve gone without sex since I lost my virginity, and the pent-up frustration that comes with that is starting to build up inside me, igniting desire I don’t think I can control.
“See something you like?” Linc taunts me, knowing I’ve been struggling with this whole not-sleeping-around thing. Promiscuity and motherhood do not mesh well together, and I am willing to make that sacrifice for my daughter.
“You wish!” I laugh it off, secretly wishing he would make another move on me. I pushed him away all those months ago. That kiss was too much for me at that moment. I mean, someone had just tried to kill me…I wasn’t exactly in my right mind to handle all that crap in one day.
“Oh, I more than wish, my dear,” he says while placing the couch down onto the floor. “Where do you want this?” he asks, pulling his t-shirt up over his head and exposing his rippled, tattoo-covered muscles that make my mouth start to water. Tossing the shirt to the side, I can barely stand to look at him anymore; I’m going to embarrass myself.
“There,” I say, pointing a few feet to the side of where he is standing. I look away and pretend to occupy myself with the mail sitting on the edge of my desk. The cool metal of my desk chair presses against my bare leg, jolting my senses awake as my sundress hikes above my knee. When I turn around to tell him where the other couch belongs, I crash right into the same sweaty chest I was ogling only minutes ago.
“Careful,” Linc says as his hands grasp my upper arms, a smirk spreading across his face as he looks down at me. His look of desire can almost physically warm my skin. I want to pull away from him, but I can’t. I’m frozen in place thinking about finally giving in. I’ve tried for months to fight all the urges that are surging in me; now all I can do is look up at him with this goofy grin on my face, praying he’ll make the first move yet again.
“You know I won’t do it, Ellie.” His words remind me of the promise he made after the incident. It’s now or never, I tell myself. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and go in for a kiss. It’s not just any kiss, but a kiss that contains all the passion we’ve both been running from for the past couple of months. Our mouths move in sync as he hastily tugs at my clothing.
My fingers work at the clasp of his belt as he pulls my shirt over my head, only breaking our kiss for a split second. Moving in the direction of the loveseat, we throw our clothes in every direction until we are both in nothing but our underwear. My nipples harden when they come in contact with the cool spring air—these old houses can be chilly. I want to hesitate, but my body is on autopilot while I give in to my animalistic urges. My lace panties are wet when Linc’s strong fingers pull at the hem, ripping the fabric off and pushing my body down onto the couch he just moved in.
The cool white leather meets my bare skin and a shiver runs up my spine. His lips kiss a path down my body, his beard tickling every inch. He lets out a breath of hot air on my sensitive skin as his fingers start to glide over my wetness. Gently, he pushes one finger into me as his tongue starts to work magic with my clit. Every inch of my body is buzzing with euphoria as I let my head roll back on the couch. A low moan escapes me, cheering Linc on as he fingers me harder and faster, bringing me to the brink of climax. As my body starts to tremble, he pulls away from me. My eyes snap open and lock with his. My body is craving him, and the seconds he hasn’t been touching me feel like a lifetime.
Linc pulls me up from the couch and pushes me up against the wall next to my office door. Nipping at my neck, he thrusts his length deep inside my dripping cunt. I gasp before sinking my teeth into his muscular shoulder—that one is definitely going to leave a mark. I like to mark my territory, even if it is only temporarily mine to claim.
“Fuck. Ellie.” He growls in my ear and slams me harder and harder into the wall.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I dig my nails into Linc’s back as he fills me and his girthy cock rides my g-spot perfectly. There is something so perfect about his dick—I can damn near call it the most beautiful penis I have ever had the pleasure of fucking.
“Linc, I’m about to come.” I am breathless. All my energy is building up into the best orgasm of my
damn life. My entire body is shaking in Linc’s arms as he pumps into me, and his throbbing dick makes my pussy tighten even more as our climaxes peak together.
Panting, Linc sets me down onto my feet and I have to throw my hand up against the wall to steady myself. He kisses my forehead before starting to put his clothes back on. I am so fucking worried he is going to get all lovey-dovey on me with tons of feelings now that we finally did the deed, but all he does is fix his belt and look up at me. “So, where am I putting the other couch?”
I bite my bottom lip, still standing next to the doorway, completely naked and shaky. “Right here.” I point to the exact spot I want the larger couch to go then begin to gather up my clothes. My legs feel like jello, but I do my best to hide it.
Linc leaves the room to get the other couch as I get dressed. I have no idea if this is the best way to handle this whole situation or the worst, but at least I am not dealing with feelings right now. There is always another time to deal with all of that crap.
Chapter 2
A Spring Affair
Ellie
It has been months since I’ve taken Finley out in public anywhere. The paparazzi is relentless, and I’ve been trying to shield her the best I can. I’ve watched what the Kardashians and all the other celebrity A-listers have gone through keeping their children out of the media. Today I’m going to head into downtown Boston to one of my favorite spots, Puritan & Co. to meet Seven and Suzanne for lunch. At this point, I am welcoming just about anything to take my mind off of what happened with Linc in my study—his body pressing against mine, his hands all over me, the way he fucked me like I was the only girl in the world.