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Janson

 

When I got her all to myself, I was going to put her over my knee for sure.

But first, I had to make sure she didn't get killed.

We sat in the 1969 Chevelle and stared out at the farmhouse. It was a little thing, so unsuspecting that I would’ve overlooked it. And it sat back about half a mile off the road. Isolated. The perfect place.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Greyson. I didn't want to go in there and have it be a trap.

Just like my girl warned. Kathryn was smart and I’m sure that little tip cost us, but we could handle anything they had to throw at us.

"I'm not sure about anything, but I know that we need to do what we can to save her and kill him. That fucking piece of shit deserves to die,” Greyson answered. The man was half feral as he gnashed his teeth.

I definitely echoed that statement, and if I could, I would kill him myself for this. I thought about all the agonizing ways I wished I could inflict pain on him, but I knew none of that would be enough. It brought out the monster in me, the one I fought so hard to be able to control.

"We don't have much of a choice, then, do we?" I asked.  I considered exactly what was about to happen. Worst case scenario, we’d walk out of there with Kat and only David would be dead. But that was unlikely. All those men would probably die because of orders. Stupid fucking orders.

Because James Fitzgerald didn’t have enough faith in his son to be his legacy.

We were armed to the hilt, and we had everything we needed as we sat in the muscle car. Greyson drove up, and I double checked everything. Guns, knives, fuck. It was all there.

"You ready to go?" I asked him. I wanted her out of there, and I wanted her out of there now. She was carrying my goddamn baby. It was too much for me to be able to tolerate. I wanted to hang David and skin him alive. Listening to him scream in torment would be the only thing that made up for this.

We had to enter through the front doors, but it was a part of our plan. We were going to take them from the inside out. If we died, we would do it in a blaze of fucking gun fire.

We didn't waste any time. As soon as we were out of the car, we rushed the house and slammed down the door, watching it come right off its hinges. It was a weak piece of shit, and we would've had better security. Hell, we did have better security.

It came down in a feeble flop, and I saw her. She was tied against a chair in the fucking living room, a gag in her mouth.

God dammit.

I grabbed the first man I could find and put him in a sleeper hold. We were outmanned, but it wasn't a huge force. Probably six in total. Now five.

That's when I saw him. David. He was smug at the top of the stairs, just standing there, waiting.

"Now, boys," a voice bellowed. It was a voice I knew, and suddenly, two men turned and cut the throats of the other two.

Kathryn let out a blood-curdling scream. I saw him. The Butcher.

He grabbed David and didn't even think about it. He brought out his knife and dragged it across the asshole's throat, blood pouring from it as he fell into a crumpled pile.

Henry had betrayed him.

"You plan to do that?" Greyson asked.

"The entire fucking time," the Butcher said. "I might be a pawn for your father, but I work for you. I'm not going to choose his side over yours. You two are the only ones I respect."

Kathryn had gone quiet, and I ran to her, untying her as she shook. "They just, it's, I can't." The words came out in forced breaths like she was trying to get past the shock, but I just scooped her up and walked her right out of the damn house.

I didn't want her to have to witness any more of that. It would be too much of a shock to the system as it was.

“Are you okay?” I asked as she stared at me, her eyes wide.

“Fuck, no, I’m not okay. That was a fucking bloodbath.” She paused, then shook her head. “And not the way I thought it would be.”

That lip, it quivered just slightly. I grabbed her and kissed her softly. “It’s going to be okay.” I believed it with every fiber of my being. “We have people who take care of this. I’m okay, you are okay. No one is ever going to hurt you again.”

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her to me. “Janson, I wasn’t thinking. I was scared. I just, I’m, I’m-”

“Pregnant.” I finished the sentence for her, my chest swelling with the idea. I’d wanted this, begged for it. And now, it was here, and all I could do was relish it.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“I saw the test, baby. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you.” I kissed her again.

“I’ll take care of both of you.” She was my family and there was nothing that could keep me from protecting her.

“If we can survive all of this,” she muttered.

One thing was guaranteed.  I was going to make sure that our fathers paid for this act of betrayal. I spotted Greyson and Henry.

“What the hell happened in there?” I asked as I looked them over.

“You saved my skin, I owed you a favor. Plus, those jackasses deserve what they fucking get,” the Butcher said. He grinned wide and threw his knife down into the dirt, wedging it there, then pulling it up. It was how he cleaned it. “I should get going, though. Want to head back home, maybe make a stop or two on the way.”

“It’s probably for the best. If my father realizes what happened, he’ll have your fucking head for sure,” Greyson admitted. “Take David’s car, he won’t miss it, but be sure to ditch it the first chance you get.”

Henry nodded. “What will you do now that you know you are a wanted man?” he asked.

“Oh, I still have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Greyson said.

 

Chapter Nineteen

 

Kathryn

 

I fidgeted in the car behind the two of them. I had nothing to do but grip the leather seating, my hands threading in and out of the grooves in the stitching. I was nervous. Scared.

And my mind wouldn’t stop flashing back to those events. The knife against David’s throat, the blood. He was my brother, but he was an evil son of a bitch. Still, I wasn’t sure if he deserved to die that way or not.

He had meant to kill Greyson, after all. And possibly Janson, too. So I shouldn’t have been so upset. But I never wanted to see the life drain from someone, and now I was sure it was a terrible fate. I blinked again and tried to bite back the tears that were threatening. This was all my fault. If I hadn’t been so stupid, if I hadn’t disobeyed Greyson and tried to run away, none of this would’ve ever happened.

All because I was scared. It was a longer ride going home than it was coming out. I swear to god they were thinking all kinds of things about me and about what happened. It was making me so fucking nervous. I thought they would say something, but no, nothing. We just fucking sat there in silence as I looked out the window at the cars passing by.

Greyson was driving slowly and carefully, looking back in the mirror at me. He wanted to say something, I could tell, but no words came out of his mouth.

So, I spoke up first.

“How could you?” I asked, my glare very real. “How could you just charge in there like that? You have a wife, now. A child. You think they want you risking your life for me? That baby should mean more to you than that.”

I watched in the rearview mirror as his jaw clenched and he looked back at me. He was angry, I could tell, but he was doing his best to keep it in check.

“Joanna knew the entire situation and she agreed. You are a part of our family, too, Kathryn. You are important. You deserved to be rescued.”

“They never would have hurt me, you morons. You don’t understand? It was to try and lure you out. To try and kill you.” I was so angry. Angry at them. Angry at everyone around me. I wanted them safe, but I didn’t want anyone dead. No, that was asking far too much. It wasn’t fair. I wanted to rage at them all for putting us in harm’s way but hold them close at the same time. None of this was fair.

“But it didn’t work,” Janson spoke up now. “Everyone that mattered got out of there alive. Anyone who wasn’t going to betray us.”

“What about Dad?” I asked.

“We need to act quickly to neutralize him,” Greyson said. “I’ve already been in contact with Michael. You got them just the right amount of information they needed. Those coordinates, those code names. They were fucking bodies. People that they killed themselves. Ones they didn’t want the family to know about. He’s conducting a raid. We just need to stay away from it all and it will be taken care of.”

“When?” I asked.

“Soon.” Greyson was sure that everything was going to work out, but this was the most dangerous move any one of us have ever done in our entire lives. It was insane. We were going to use the fucking feds to stage a coup over our own family.

I had no idea how any of us were going to make it out of there unscathed. We got on I-83 and headed south. We were almost back to Janson’s place.

Home.

I’d been so stupid trying to run from it. From him. I was just nervous, scared. I eyed him. He comforted me in the wake of all that shit, but I knew I was in trouble. I knew that everything I’d done was wrong. He was going to take it out of my hide.

And I fucking deserved it.

But I also wanted it.

“You need to get some rest, Kathryn,” Greyson said. “It’s been an exhausting day for everyone. Now, I’m going to head home and prove to my wife that I am not dead. Silly, some things women worry about, am I right?” He smiled at his own joke but no one else laughed. Too much had happened. Too much blood had been spilt.

All because I couldn’t stay where I knew it was safe. All because I was too damn scared to talk to Janson about my feelings. About the baby.

I got out of the car and so did Janson, but the whole time, he was staring at me. Not saying a word, just staring. I knew what I’d done was going to cause him to read me the riot act. Hell, I was already screaming at myself in my own head. I could’ve lost everything.

“Upstairs. Now,” he commanded. His nose flared and his jaw clenched.

Fuck. He was so hot. Even when he was angry. Janson grabbed my arm and pulled me into the building.

“Ow, you are hurting me,” I said, but one look from him shut me the hell up.

“You really want to get into this right here? Right at the fucking bottom of these stairs for everyone to hear? You want me to scream about how stupid you were and how worried I was?”

I shook my head. He was pissed as hell and I couldn’t be surprised. I knew from the look in his eyes when he held me that I wasn’t going to just get off without a warning. I’d put myself in danger, put him in danger. And I deserved this.

I let him drag me into the elevator and up the stairs until we were to our front door. He looked like a steel trap ready to spring open.

I expected it as soon as we got into the damn condo. He threw me into the room and glared at me.

“Why in the hell would you do that? Why would you risk this, us?”

“I didn’t think, I was being stupid. I wanted to get away. I wanted to breathe. I thought about going back to Chicago, playing my music. Being alone.”

“Do you want to be alone?” he asked.

“No, I want you. I just want to know that you want me, too, Janson.”

“Are you kidding me? Do I want you?” Suddenly he was there, grabbing me. Holding me close. “Do you have any idea what you did to me? All the pain that you caused? All the hurt. I was so scared, Kat. So scared that he got you. You have no idea how worried I was. What if they killed you? Of course I want you. I love you.”

All of that came out in a stream of emotion and I knew it wasn’t just his anger talking. He was scared. Even now, he was scared.

“I wasn’t thinking. I was overwhelmed. All of this, it’s so much, Janson. I just didn’t think.” I could feel the tears, the ones I’d held in for so long they were about to overflow.

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m just so angry. It could’ve been you. It could’ve been. I don’t want you to have to see any of this. I don’t want you to have to witness this world, baby.” He kissed my temple and held me close. “Now that you are going to have my baby,” he growled, “I need to make sure you stay that way.”

“Are you really going to go through with all of this?”

“What are you talking about? We didn’t do anything, sweetie. You did it all and nothing is going to stop it, but that isn’t what I want to focus on now.” He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up towards him.

“Right now, I want to show you just how much I love you, and how much I want you. You’re everything to me.” His voice was heavy with emotion. “You are mine, do you understand? You belong to me.”

I nodded. Janson dipped down and kissed my lips. His bottom lip was quivering. A weakness. Janson was showing me his vulnerability and I couldn’t help but be intrigued. He was handsome as hell and the strongest man I’d ever known.


Did
you really think you could just leave me?” he asked as he laid me down onto the bed.

“No, I didn’t think.  I didn’t even consider the truth,” I answered. The truth was that I loved him. That I needed him. I couldn’t be with anyone else. “I don’t even know what I was thinking, but I love you.”

“You are mine.” The tone of his voice sent chills up my spin. “Say it,” Janson growled, an anger in his eyes that was fueled by lust.

“I am yours,” I answered. It was the truth. I belonged to him and he belonged to me, even if I was too afraid to tell him. Too scared to explain how I felt.

He was on me in a minute, feeling up and down my body before unclasping my bra and freeing me before covering them with his hands, and his mouth.

I moaned into him, my body bucking right up into him as I arched my back and rode the small wave of pleasure he was sending through my brain. I clung to him, my savior as he kissed me and nuzzled into me. Damn, I wanted him. I needed him.

“Janson,” I moaned. I felt like it was my eternal plea. I was always calling for him, begging him to take me. I could never get enough of him. Ever.

I could feel the pounding heat between my legs as it told my brain exactly what it wanted.

There was no way I was going to last long under his touch, but I was down for whatever he could bring.

I grabbed him by the neck and pulled him up to me, kissing him softly, gently at first, but the passion built and eventually the desperation of my need took over and I was clinging to him, my breath hot and heavy as my juices coated my little thong. Jesus, this man took me to new heights of want when I least expected it. The danger of our situation only seemed to heighten that feeling.

He finally broke the kiss and pulled apart from me, no longer the composed alpha he appeared to be. This billionaire had to work to regain his composure.

“Slow down, Kat. I want you to enjoy this,” he said as he reached down and tugged on the strings of the thong, pulling it off, revealing my very wet sex.

Before I had a chance to protest, he was down on my hot center, feeling my wetness with his fingers. “Kat, you feel so good. Every time I touch you, it turns me on. Every time I see you, I’m home. Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I need you?”

I could only moan in response, but I could feel his hot breath over me, his mouth right over the most vulnerable part of my body.

And then it was on me, his fingers inside of me, his tongue lapping at me, making me feel things I hadn’t felt for a very long time.

“Good girl,” he murmured into my thigh, pausing from his meal to encourage me. The warmth of his breath against my soft skin made me shudder.

“I want you to cum for me, baby. I want you to cum right into my mouth,” he said as he caressed my inner thigh. “You are all I need.”

I could do nothing else but comply.

My entire body melted as the wave of pleasure washed over me, my little pussy undulating around Janson’s thick fingers, my body bucking against his mouth.

Damn, he was so good at this.

“Yeah, just like that.” He crawled up me and spread my legs with his knee, looking over me as I laid there in utter glory. I was his woman and I would always be.

“I like this look on you,” he grinned.

“What look?” I asked, a wry smile on my face. I knew exactly what he was talking about, but I wanted to drag it out, play cat and mouse with him.

“You know what I am talking about. Pleasure instead of stress. Nice to see that you are enjoying yourself.”

He bent down and kissed me, his lips wet with my juices, his mouth tasting of them.

Fire filled my cheeks as the flames of my desire were once again stroked. I wanted more of him.

It was like I couldn’t be satisfied.

His knee nuzzled in between my legs again, separating them so that he could bend down and join with me. I should have been nervous, I should have said no, run far far away, but I just arched up to meet him as he plunged into me.  I was done resisting him. Done resisting this. He was so damn strong as he grabbed my hips and thrust himself into me, filling me full.

I moaned, the feeling of stretching and being filled taking over my brain. It didn’t hurt, but had been so very long. It was intense.

I let out of soft moan and looked up at him as he started his thrusts.

“Nice and slow, Kat. I want to feel you from the inside.” He was just that. Slow and gentle until he had his fill, then his thrusting started.

His movement was a little stronger, faster than the last, until we were going at a good pace. He felt so damn good inside me, pushing on the parts of me that needed it.

I reached up and grasped him, my nails digging, just a little, into his back. He arched and pushed faster, harder, his hands bracing him as he delved into me.

With a scream, I came a second time, this one different, more complete. My whole body shook with the intensity of it.

And it was like he was spurred on by my orgasm, his taking over as he shot into me and it was perfect. I never wanted to be anywhere but in his arms, against him now, as he held me.

It rocked us both, hard, and when we were finished, we were left clinging to one another, holding on for dear life.

I am not sure when, but soon after, sleep took me, and I was still there, naked in his arms.

 

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