Jack & Coke (The Uncertain Saints Book 2) (22 page)

Normally he was careful with how much he gave me, but when he continued thrusting deeply, I realized that he was out of control.

And that I quite liked the little bit of pain.

His thrusts started to become somewhat frantic, and the loss of his control ignited the loss of mine.

Soon we were both chasing something that neither one of us recognized until much later.

Skin slapped against skin.

Hands grasped for purchase.

Mig pulled my hair.

I dug my nails into his thighs until I drew blood.

And when my orgasm finally slammed into me, I couldn’t hold the scream in.

Mig poured himself into me, growling like an animal.

And when the lights turned on in front of us, my brain snapped back into reality.

I squealed and lunged forward, diving for my nightgown that was on the floor beside the lounger.

I just barely manage to get it on before the door that I’d seen Mig’s father close earlier open again.

I sat down on the lounger, my back to the doors, and stared at Mig’s chest.

He was sitting on his ass facing me, thankfully with his penis covered.

But I could tell the second he realized that his parents were sleeping together, because he stiffened slowly.

“Please, for the love of God, tell me that you’re not doing what I think you’re doing,” Mig said to his father.

I covered my face in embarrassment.

It couldn’t be much different then what we’d been doing only a few minutes ago!

But I refrained from saying that aloud since I valued my health.

“I could say the same to you, son. Try to keep it down from now on. Next time take it to the lounger in front of your room instead of mine,” Vitaly Senior said, shutting the door once he realized all was okay.

My face flamed even more, and I started to laugh.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned.

Mig sighed.

“You make me forget myself sometimes,” he said softly, pulling my head forward onto his chest.

I wrapped my hands around his waist, resting my cheek against his muscled chest.

“I can’t seem to help myself,” I teased.

He growled.

“My parents…” he cursed. “They’re back together. And let me tell you something, they’re horrible together. Fight like cats and dogs. They don’t care who’s around when they do.”

“They love each other,” I told him.

He rumbled low in his chest. “Yeah, they do.”

I leaned back, letting him see my face.

“Then let them try to find their happy.”

He leaned his forehead forward until it leaned against mine.

“Like we found our happy?” He asked softly.

I smiled.

“Yeah, like we found ours.”

I’m not telling you it’s not going to hurt along the way. What I’m telling you is that it’s going to be worth it.

-Mig to Annie

Mig

“I don’t see why I can’t go with you,” I growled.

“Because we have your father here, and the baby needs things. I don’t want you around because I’m still upset with you for keeping that viper a secret from us,” my mother snapped.

She was pissed.

I knew she would be, which was why I’d put off telling her.

She left without another word, and I looked up at the ceiling, studying the tin roof.

My Nonnie didn’t say a word, either.

I could feel her glare, though, as she passed me by.

And swear to Christ, she intentionally stomped my foot with her walker.

“Dad,” I stopped him before he could follow my mother out of the house. “Please be careful with her. She’s smart, but dangerous situations just seem to find her, and she’s got no idea whatsoever about how to protect herself. Please stay close and keep vigilant.”

He raised a condescending brow at me.

“I taught you everything you know. Give me a little credit,” he said, then slammed the door behind him, leaving me alone in a room with a woman that I absolutely did not want to see.

“Casten,” I said.

Casten sighed, giving Annie’s dog one last scratch before he stood up and walked out the door, following behind my parents.

I didn’t bother looking at Jennifer.

She was upset with me.

And to be honest, I was upset with her, too. It sickened me to have her here, a place that had always been a special place for me.

A place where the outside world seemed so far away.

Jennifer tapped away on her phone, ignoring me as best as she could.

I went onto the back deck and started to make calls, my father helpfully handing me a list of associates he thought might be able to help me with Liam Cornell.

I was lost in a phone call when I felt the first tingle of awareness that something wasn’t right.

It was too quiet.

The pool pump, normally a constant hum in the background, wasn’t running.

The waterfall, normally a continuous slow trickle, had clearly been off for a while, seeing as the stream was practically dry.

“Shit,” I said softly.

“What?” Wolf asked.

“The power’s off,” I said.

Wolf cursed, and I shoved the phone into my pocket as I slowly stood.

I didn’t hang up, though.

With any luck, Wolf would be able to hear all that went on.

And if things went south, he’d be able to get help to Annie if she needed it.

I end well for me the moment I turned around and saw Liam standing behind Jennifer.

Jennifer’s eyes were filled with sorrow, and I knew she had a hand in this.

Why it never occurred to me that Jennifer would lead the man to my doorstep, I didn’t know.

I should have.

In my defense, though, I kept hoping that there was some good in the woman who was carrying my child.

There wasn’t.

“Looks like you’re alone,” Liam said.

I nodded. “I am.”

My gun was burning a hole in my back, my hands tingling with the urge to grab it.

But I knew it wouldn’t do me any good.

I couldn’t get to it fast enough for Liam not to put a bullet through Jennifer, and although she betrayed me, I wouldn’t sacrifice her life like that.

However, if I made it out of this alive, and Annie was unhurt, I would see that Jennifer paid for her betrayal.

“You’re a hard man to get alone. Always seem to have a man up your ass,” Liam said calmly.

I raised my brow at him.

I was alone a lot.

It more sounded like he couldn’t get to me when I was alone.

I usually wasn’t as stupid as I was being at the moment.

“So, what’s your plan?” I asked.

He smiled.

Then turned his gun on me, firing twice.

I woke up with my mouth tasting funny.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth like it did when I drank way too much the night before.

But I knew I hadn’t done that last night.

Then the feeling of metal surrounding my wrists made me realize that something wasn’t right.

My eyes slowly opened, and the sudden, bright light seared my brain.

I groaned as I tried to control the nausea that started to boil in my stomach.

“Ahh, glad to see you’re not dead. I shot you with twice as much tranquilizer as I should have because I didn’t want to take the chance that you’d wake up before we got here.”

The man’s snide comments made me force my eyes open again, even though I only wanted to leave them closed and die.

Liam.

Wonderful.

“What do you want?” I slurred.

Liam smiled.

“It’s time that I repay you for the mutilation you so kindly provided me,” he said, fingering a raised pink scar on his cheek.

I wanted to laugh.

Instead, I looked down, recognizing the bulge of a phone in my pocket, making me realize that the only thing he’d stripped from me was the gun that was at the small of my back in a pancake holster.

Stupid.

Very stupid.

And sloppy.

But I wouldn’t need much.

The first explosion of pain only made me more determined.

“So you don’t want to do a fair fight? I, at least, allowed you to have your hands free,” I spat blood on the floor.

I ran my tongue over my teeth, a little too thankful that the blow didn’t knock any of them loose.

I’d managed to make it throughout my whole life keeping my teeth in my head and that was a miracle.

I’d be damned if this man fucked up my streak.

Liam growled.

“Don’t you ever stop talking?” He demanded.

I shrugged.

“Yeah, when I’m fuckin’ my woman. Then I let my body do the talking,” I taunted.

Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“That’s not what I heard you say in the camera feed I had my boys hack into…quite the dirty mouth you have.”

Do not react. Do not react. Do not react.

I repeated that mantra to myself, even when I wanted to break my own fucking hands to get to the fucker in front of me.

“Quite the fat ass you have there,” Liam said. “Curves like Annie’s aren’t in. In fact, I would call her more cow-like than curvy. Even though you tell her she’s beautiful. Tell me,” he smiled. “What’s it feel like to put your cock into somebody that disgusting?”

Do not react. Do not react. Do not react.

I reacted.

I couldn’t help it.

I smiled.

And Liam pulled out his brass knuckles.

“Let’s see who’s laughing in just a few minutes when I make your face unrecognizable for your mother,” he said.

This hit hurt exceptionally more.

Partly because he’d hit me with the brass knuckles, and partly because he’d hit me against my temple instead of my jaw.

Stars started to blur my vision, but I still had the smile on my face.

Fucker couldn’t take that from me.

I’d keep smiling until it killed me.

“So, tell me,” I said during one of Liam’s breaks. I was making him winded, and his knuckles were bleeding. Although, some of the blood was mine, but not all. “Why’d you send Jennifer to me?”

Liam pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket and started to wipe the blood off his hand.

“Before, it was all about you being a DEA agent, and us learning what we could from having someone on the inside. But then we found out you were the baby billionaire of Konn Vodka. We figured out really quick that the quick cash would come from you and what we could get daddy to give us in exchange for not killing you,” Liam Cornell snarled. “But now it’s all personal. You fucked up doing what you did.”

I wanted to laugh.

My father wouldn’t pay a damn thing for me.

He trained me since I was old enough to follow directions how to fight.

Vitaly, if you’re ever in the situation where you are held for ransom, you show them why it was a stupid idea to do so. You learn how to fight. You practice. You execute. You get out of that situation, because if the time ever comes that you are taken, you won’t find me paying them at the other end. Because they won’t give you back to me if I pay them. It doesn’t work like that.

No, my father wouldn’t come.

But my brothers would.

And then I’d be free to get these fuckers off my wrists, and end what I should’ve finished months ago.

“Why the long look?” Liam asked, shoving the soiled linen into his pants pocket.

I shrugged as best as I could.

“My dad won’t be giving you any money. You got nothin’ with Jennifer, mostly because she was nothing to me,” I said, closing my eyes. “And as for the beating you part, I regret that.”

Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“Is that right?” He asked smoothly.

I smiled.

He narrowed his eyes.

“That’s right. I would’ve taken you out completely had I known you were going to pull this shit. But I’ll remedy that in a little bit when my brothers get here,” I explained.

His fists clenched.

“You don’t have any brothers,” he countered.

“Is that what you think?” I challenged him.

He nodded. “I’ve had you thoroughly checked out. You have a mother and a father, as well as a grandmother that means very much to you. A girlfriend. A child on the way. But no brothers.”

I closed my eyes once again and tried to blank out the pain.

It didn’t work, especially when Liam pushed me over, chair and all.

My hands were tied behind my back, so when he pushed me backward, all of my upper body weight landed on my arms and hands.

It felt delightful.

Not.

My right shoulder screamed, and I knew instantly it was out of socket.

That’d be a bitch to get put back.

My left hand also felt slightly off, which probably meant it was broken, thanks to the metal cuffs and the awkward tilt to my hand where it’d been secured.

On the bright side, however, the wooden slats on the chair broke, freeing my arms.

And although it’d hurt like a motherfucker, I’d be able to get my hands in front of me since my shoulder was dislocated.

Which was going to happen earlier than I thought it would seeing as Liam’s phone rang.

He left without doing anything else to me, and I waited about twenty seconds after the door closed, then rolled.

The pieces of wood from the broken chair rolled free, and I stood up on a wave of pain.

Vision blurring, I slowly worked my hands under me, one leg at a time, until they were no longer behind me.

Bile rising in my throat, I walked determinedly to the far wall where there was a pillar for support.

Then, gritting my teeth, I roughly slammed my arm into the wall.

It didn’t pop in until the third attempt, and a blast of pain roared through me at the accomplishment.

My knees started to buckle, but the door to the side of me started to open, and it took every bit of strength I had left to launch myself.

Unfortunately, it was one of the good guys, and not Liam.

Lucky for me, Casten decided not to completely annihilate me.

He only threw me over his shoulder, or tried to.

The cuffs around his neck held strong, and although I was seconds away from vomiting, I managed to let go before I did any more damage to myself or Casten.

“Motherfucker,” Casten growled. “Why’d you have to go and do that?”