Her Shield (The Uncut Series Book 1) (19 page)

Isis opened her eyes to stare into his, then lifted her other manicured foot. “Do that again.”

*********

  Jeremiah entered the hotel room and waited for Millie. She'd called him in a rage saying that she needed to see him immediately and he'd agreed to meet her at the hotel. He'd arrived before her and sat on the bed thinking about the visit from Marc where he'd warned Jeremiah to stay away from Isis.

  Jeremiah had been surprised since he'd never done anything to Isis. He'd barely even said a few words to her. He'd certainly done nothing to cause her to sick Marc's wrath on him. The door opened and Millie flew into his arms.

  “Oh Jeremiah!”

He held on to her. “What happened Millie?”

  “They're trying to keep all my Daddy's money and send me to jail!” she wailed.

Jeremiah looked down at her. “Who's trying to send you to jail?”

  “That damn Isis! I hate her, even more than Isabelle.”

  “How is Isis trying to send you to jail Millie?”

Millie sat on the bed. “It's a long story, but I need your help to get rid of her Jeremiah.”

  “What do you want to do?” Jeremiah asked sitting next to her.

  She turned to him. “I don't know. You said you had your brother kidnapped, but I want her dead.”

  “You could kidnap her and get your other sister to pay ransom then kill her. That way you would at least get some money out of the deal,” he offered.

Millie smiled. “I hadn't thought of that.”

  “How much does your other sister have access to?” he questioned.

  “She has her mother's money, and she also has wealthy friends. Jordan is a billionaire and he'd give her money in a heartbeat.”

  “So how much should we ask for?”

  Millie looked sinister. “At least twenty million, that should hold us over until all of Daddy's money is available.”

Jeremiah nodded. “My brother has warned me away from Isis, so I have to be careful.”

Millie frowned. “Warned you away? Why?”

He shrugged. “Something about me making her uncomfortable.”

  “She's such a bitch!” Shana spat. “I can't wait for her to be gone.

Jeremiah looked at Millie. “I can set everything up. It's not like I haven't done it before.”

Millie threw her arms around him. “Thank you Jeremiah. I don't know what I'd do without you.”

He smiled at her. “I know what you can do for me right now.”

Millie smiled and went to unbutton her blouse. “You'll take care of everything?”

  “I'll take care everything...” he answered smiling.

*********

  Marc sat on the beach in a lounger wearing dark sunglasses and swimming trunks watching Isis frolicking in the water. They'd walked along the beach and played in the sand before he'd returned to the patio and she'd continued to enjoy herself in ocean. 

  She was wearing a burnt orange bikini that reflected the sun off her honey-toned body. He smiled as she turned and he had a perfect view of the ass he loved to touch and have pressed against him.

  Glancing over he noticed that he had a message on his phone. Marc dialed in to the office and waited to be briefed from his supervisor.

  “This is Graham. What's going on?” he asked.

  “The Milton Martin investigation has changed.”

He lifted a brow. “In what way?”

  “The new subjects are Milton's daughters, Millicent White and Isis Martin.”

Marc sat up quickly. “What?”

  “They both have illegal companies set up under their names.”

He got to his feet. “That damn Milton! Nobody's has done this shit but him.”

  “She's going to need to lawyer up Marc and you need to find out exactly what she knows.”

Marc put a hand to his head. “Yeah, I'll be in touch.”

  He disconnected the call and turned back to look at the woman laughing as the waves hit her. Marc started a slow pace down to meet her. Isis turned to him smiling and ran to meet him but when she reached him, she knew something was wrong.

  She stopped a few inches away from him. “What's wrong? What happened?” she asked anxiously.

  “We need to talk sweetheart.” He reached out and took her hand leading her back to the house.

Grabbing a towel he wrapped it around her wet body and began gently drying her off.

She stopped him. “What is it Marcus?”

  “Sit down Isis.”

Isis shook her head. “No, I can't. Just tell me what's wrong.”

He nodded. “Do you know anything about companies set up in your name?”

She looked confused. “Companies? No, I don't know anything about any companies.”

  “Did you ever sign any documents for your father putting companies in your name?” he questioned gently.

Isis dropped her head into her hand. “Oh my god! What has Daddy done now?”

Marc took her hand. “There are illegal companies in your name and the FBI is cracking down.”

  “Cracking down? On me?” she asked barely containing her breath.

  “I need you to think Princess. Did you ever sign papers for your father?”

  Isis looked up at him and nodded. “Yes, he told me they were insurance papers.” Her face scrunched up and Marc pulled her closer holding her tightly. “Am I going to jail?”

He rubbed her back. “No baby, you're not going to jail.”

  Isis balled her fists against his chest. “I trusted him Marcus! He was my Daddy! How could he do something like this to me?”

  “We'll take care of it Isis but if there is anything that you know...you need to tell me everything right now, good or bad. I just need to know the full truth.”

  She looked up at him. “I swear to you that I don't know anything about any companies or anything else my father has done. He told me they were insurance papers so that I could be taken care of if anything happened to him.”

  “You have no reason to believe me but it's the truth,” she finished with tears in her eyes.

  “Of course I believe you Isis. I just wanted to hear it from you,” he told her holding her again.

Isis held him tightly. “What am I going to do?”

  “We need to get you a lawyer and everything will be okay. I promise you, this isn't going to touch you.”

She laid her head on his chest. “How did I not see any of this?”

  “You loved him and you trusted him. He misused both.”

He lifted her face to his. “I never will.”

  “Thank you Marcus. I don't know what I'd do without you.” She lifted her face to his and he kissed away the hurt and fears that her father had left in his wake before carrying her inside.

  “I'll take care of everything...” he said laying her on the bed.

  Isis ran her hands over the new growth of hair on Marcus' face. She found his rugged unshaven look extremely sexy, coupled with those shining eyes.

  “You and your father have the same eyes,” she commented watching him while they lay in bed. “I used to think he was the handsomest man on television.”

  “You and a million other females,” Marc agreed.

  Isis continued to stroke his face. “Now that I look at you, I can really see the resemblance. You're both extremely attractive men.” She watched him. “I'm sure you've had a million females think the same about you.”

  “Millions...” he teased.

She smiled at him. “Did you like acting?”

He shrugged a broad naked shoulder. “Not really, but I was expected to do it...so I did.”

  “Would you do it again?” she asked.

  “I'm an FBI agent and I've found that my acting skills have come in handy,” he confessed.

Isis touched his lips. “Were you acting when you rescued me?”

Marc took the hand that was touching his face. “Yes and no.”

She raised a brow in question.

  “I was acting in my role as an agent, but my reaction to you was completely natural,” he explained.

  Isis removed her hand from his then slowly slid it down his muscled chest while holding his gaze. “I love your natural reactions,” she whispered.

  Marc sat still while her hand continued to travel. “You know we have to leave today, so don't start anything that will make me keep you here.”

  She lowered her head and ran her tongue over his pectoral muscle, grazing the flat nipple. “How do you know that I don't want you to keep me here?” she said against his skin. “Maybe I don't want this to end.”

  He lifted her face to his. “When we leave here, it's not the end sweetheart. It's just the beginning.”

  “We started with Milton's daughter at odds with Agent Graham; then we moved to Marcus and Isis as friends; now we're a couple in love,” he told her.

Isis smiled softly. “What's after that?”

  Marc turned her on her back and leaned over her staring into her face. “We share last names, an address and all the bills we create with all the shopping that we do.”

Isis laughed. “We do shop...a lot. Your closet is twice the size of mine, and mine is not small.”

He began to kiss her cheek. “We have good taste.”

She sighed as he moved to her neck. “The best.”

  Marc lifted his head. “We really do need to get going. You have a performance tonight and I've got a few things I need to follow up on.” He kissed her lips. “We're also meeting with Ray and Isabelle today about the situation with the illegal companies.”

Isis closed her eyes. “I know.”

  He kissed her again. “It's okay Princess, we have it under control. I spoke with Ray last night and we have a plan.”

She opened her eyes to his. “You don't waste time, do you?”

  “Never,” he answered.

  “What do I need to do?” she asked running her hand along his muscled bicep.

  Marc shook his head. “Nothing at the moment,” He fell silent for a moment watching her. “But if you were serious about wanting to do some superhero work, I could use your help with something.”

Isis' eyes lit up. “Are you serious?”

He nodded and she sat up. “It is dangerous?” she asked eagerly.

  “No, of course not! I wouldn't send you into a dangerous situation without any training.”

  “Okay, it doesn't have to be, I still want to do it.”

Marc shook his head. “I haven't even told you what it is yet.”

She smiled at him. “I don't care. Do I get a gun?”

  “Hell no, you don't get gun!” He sighed. “Maybe I should rethink this whole thing.”

Isis grabbed his arm. “No babe! I can do it, I swear. I don't need a gun.”

  Marc laid back against the pillows wondering if he was doing the right thing. He needed to solve this case and Isis could be of assistance in helping him to do that, but she was a little too eager for his liking.

  “What do I need to do Marcus?” she asked again.

He looked at her. “I just need you to go to an event and ask some questions.”

She frowned. “Ask some questions? What's superhero about that?”

  “Isis, my job is not just rescuing, shooting and arresting people. I also have to do legwork and make cases,” he explained.

  “I know. I just thought I'd be doing something exciting.” She pouted.

  He touched her face. “I need you to use your superior acting skills in addition to your family's connections to get some information. Can you do that for me?”

She smiled again. “Yes, I can do that for you Marcus.”

  “I'm also calling in Trent and Callie,” he said watching her reaction.

She looked confused. “Trent and Callie? Why are you involving them?”

Marc took her hand. “Because we're all on the team together.”

  “What team?”

  “Ray's team is The Black Diamonds and he's named the new team the Uncut Diamonds.” He told her. “We're a group who handles missions that fall outside of the police and FBI jurisdictions.”

  He watched her process this information. “I'm in charge of this new team until the leader is ready.”

  “Who's the leader you're waiting for?” she questioned.

  “Trent.”

Her eyes widened. “Trent?”

Isis shook her head to clear it. “I don't understand. Trent and Callie are like...what?”

  “Agents for Ray,”

She looked at him. “And who is Ray?”

  “A man that no one ever wants to cross,” Marc told her.

Her mouth opened. “Does Isabelle know this?” she asked.

Marc nodded. “Yes, Ray would never lie to her...and I'd never lie to you.”

  Isis looked at him while remembering something her father had said. “Daddy said that Ray's a killer. Is that true?”

  Marc paused. “Not the way your father meant it. He's probably called me a killer too, amongst other things.”

  Isis looked away remembering how her father had spoken badly of Marcus, all while he had been doing all sorts of dirty deeds.

She turned back to him. “Why did you tell me all this?”

  “Because I'm not going anywhere and you should know the man you're with.” He pushed her hair away from her face. “I never want you to find out anything about me that I should have told you myself.”

  Isis looked into his grey eyes and saw the rest of her life. This man was willing to share all of himself with her. He understood how her father's betrayals had hurt her and was adamant about not repeating those actions.

  Isis placed her arms around his neck and brought her face to his. “I love you...” she whispered before attacking his mouth. Suckling his lips, she pressed closer before sucking on his tongue.

  “Isis...” Marc breathed her name when she'd allowed him to take a breath. Pulling her onto his lap he continued where her assault on his mouth left off. As their tongues tangled fiercely, Isis lifted then slid over him. When she joined their bodies, they both sighed from the pleasure.

  In the back of Marc's mind, he knew there was something different about this joining but with Isis clutching her soft hands on his shoulders while she arched her body and pressed deeper onto his hardened flesh, his thoughts disappeared.

  Marc brought his hands up to cup her breasts and heard her moan as she increased her rhythm on his lap. Taking her pert nipple into his mouth, he felt her walls releasing the essence of her femininity. When she screamed his name, his brain clicked and he realized what was missing.

  “Isis...baby wait!” he growled just as she reached her pinnacle. Isis grabbed and held on to him as she flooded him with the evidence of her love for him.

  Her completion triggered his coming and he held her tightly. “Oh shit!” he groaned as his liquid warmth filled her and she buried her face in his neck.

  Marc held her closely for a few minutes before leaning his head back against the headboard. Isis looked down at the wetness on her thighs and understood what he'd been trying to say.

  She looked at him with his head back and eyes closed. “Soooo...uh,” she trailed off not knowing what to say.

  He opened his eyes to look at her. “Soooo...uh, I've already told you that I'm not going anywhere.”

  “I wasn't trying to...I didn't mean to...,” she began trying to explain.

  Marc cut off her explanation with his mouth on hers. “I know that you weren't trying to...didn't mean to...” he said against her mouth. “It happened and it was beautiful.”

  He tangled his hand in her hair. “I'll be more careful, but it doesn't matter because I love you Isis.” He kissed her again. “And if we accidentally made a beautiful baby, I'll only love you more.”

  “You make me want you so badly, I can't think sometimes,” she confessed.

  Tasting her lips once more, he gently lifted her off his lap. “Let's get cleaned up so we can meet with your sister.”

Isis sat on the bed as he stood. “You go ahead, I'll be right there.”

Marc lifted a brow. “You okay sweetheart?”

She nodded. “Yes, I'll be right in.”

  He watched her again for a minute before nodding and heading to the bathroom. Isis looked down at the wetness now drying on her legs and the damp spot on the bed. She placed a hand on her flat stomach and looked down.

  She could now understand why everybody was having babies. Making them was incredible. She recalled the feeling of Marcus' seed pouring into her body. It had been both surprising and exciting. He'd held her so tightly as if he was emptying his entire soul inside of her.

  Rubbing her belly, she smiled. She knew Marcus did not want to have children soon and she understood his reasons, but if...

  She jumped from the bed heading towards the bathroom. “Hey babe? Do only the men in your family have grey eyes?”

*********

  Callie sat at her desk in the lobby of Parker Security and watched as Trent's brothers, Jordan and Sean entered the building.

  “Okay baby, this is it,” she said under her breath.

The two tall, handsome, well-dressed men stopped at her station.

  “Hello Callie,” they both greeted.

  “Hi Sean, Jordan. How's the new baby?” she asked Jordan.

  He smiled and she was once again reminded how fine Trent was. He was a combination of two of the most handsome men she'd ever seen...next to Ray, of course.

  “He's good. I think Sage wanted a break from me so we came to visit Trent,” Jordan told her. “Is he here?”

She nodded. “Yes, he's in his office.”

  Both men nodded and headed in that direction as she watched them walk away. All Callie knew is that she didn't want to be Trent right now.

  Trent looked up at the knock on the door and saw his brothers. Lowering his head, he knew what this visit was about.

  “Hey guys,” he greeted lifting his head.

They stepped inside and closed the door behind them before taking the empty seats.

  “What's up Trent?” Jordan asked.

Trent shrugged. “Nothing, I'm cool.”

Jordan nodded. “You're cool huh?”

  “Look Jordan, I know why you're here. This is about me going to Africa,” Trent told him

Sean leaned forward. “Is this really what you want to do? What about Ma and Callie?”

  Trent looked thoughtful. “Believe me, I've thought about this from every angle. I've thought about Ma and how we've just started bonding and I thought about leaving Callie. I love her.”

  He lowered his head. “I want to be able to give Callie what you've given your wives. I want Ma and all of you to be proud of me. You know, you guys have done everything for me and now I want to make my own future. I want Trent Harris to be somebody.”

  He looked back at them. “You are somebody Trent. You're our brother and we love you. We aren't going to let anything happen to you,” Jordan vowed.

  Trent nodded. “Nothing's going to happen to me Jordan. I've been on my own before and I'll be fine,” he assured them. “Plus, Ray says I can continue my training while I'm there since he has contacts over there.”

  “When I get back, I can take over the Uncut Diamonds just like we planned,” he finished.

Sean smiled. “You have everything figured out already.”

Trent matched his smile. “Pretty much.”

Jordan looked between the pair. “We also came to talk to you about something else.”

Trent lifted a brow. “What's up?”

  “We wanted to talk about changing your name,” Sean told him.

Trent frowned. “Changing my name?”

Jordan nodded.  “You're a Black, Trent.”

  “And a Jackson,” Sean added.

Trent shook his head. “You want me to change my name to Jackson or Black?”