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  “Actually, I think it would be considered badass. We knew what we wanted and we took it. End of story. We were just lucky that she felt the same way,” he added, and Hans, Spartan, John, Nolan, and Brye chuckled.

  “God damn, I would have loved to have been there to see that. The pictures just don’t do it justice,” Brye said.

  “Pictures?” Cole asked.

  “Fuck yeah. Big John and Tiny got both still pictures and a video. None of us would have believed Cole did such a thing. Don’t think I’ve ever seen you react to a woman in that way,” John said.

  “Well, they were out in the field for long periods of time. Just a couple of months in one location and they’re ready to stake claims and make demands,” Hans said, and they laughed some more.

  “Real funny. If you had seen those cowboys messing with her, you all would have done the same shit,” Cole said to them.

  “Maybe not quite the same shit, but it’s fucking funny as hell. So now the big question, what’s next?” Spartan asked.

  J.T. didn’t look at his team. They already decided that they were going to digest what happened and what they were feeling, and then make plans to see Brazille again.

  “Nothing right now. Just laying low and taking our time.”

  “Well don’t take too fucking long. Rules, remember?” Spartan said.

  “We know all about rules. It will work out just fine,” J.T. said, and Spartan shook his head and exhaled.

  “I guess there’s no more to talk about. Good luck Friday, and keep me posted. Hopefully we get lucky.”

  “Never count on getting lucky, you have to make luck happen,” J.T. said and stood up, so did everyone else and they shook hands and then headed out of the house.

  “We should text her or call her, you know to check on her,” Luke said to them as they got into the pickup truck.

  “Don’t want to come on too strong either,” Cole said.

  “Says the man who tossed her over his shoulder and abducted her from a restaurant,” Luke said.

  “It wasn’t an abduction,” he replied.

  “Might as well have been. Everyone is talking about it and there are pictures and video. I wonder if Brazille knows?” Farrow asked.

  “Doubt it. I’m certain those videos and pictures were for the sole purpose to bust our chops. It will work out. Leave it be. It hasn’t been long since we last saw her,” J.T. said.

  “More than twenty hours, actually. She left our place at four in the afternoon yesterday,” Luke said.

  “Give her space and time to digest it. Then we’ll see about calling her,” J.T. said, and as he drove the truck he couldn’t help but think about her, too, and wanted to hear her voice, never mind feel her in his arms. She was just that perfect, that beautiful, and he wanted more of her. Who was the one who said to give it time to digest, and how could I be so stupid to think I could do that? Fuck.

  * * * *

  “What in the world happened?” Lauren asked Brazille.

  “What didn’t happen?”

  “Where are you now?”

  “Just leaving the supermarket.”

  “You slept with them, Brazille?” Lauren asked.

  “There really wasn’t much sleeping at all,” she said, and Lauren laughed.

  “Holy shit. Okay…let me think, uhm are you okay? They weren’t too wild or aggressive? I mean, they look so wild, and Farrow and Luke grunt their words, and J.T.? Well, he is as badass as Spartan and then Cole. God, Cole seems insanely crazy, and the way he lifted you up over his shoulder and walked out of The Station was so hot.”

  Brazille chuckled. “Oh God, that was so crazy how he did that, and then one thing led to another, and then we’re making out in the parking lot, and they’re giving me two choices, their place or mine.”

  “Holy shit.”

  “Exactly.”

  “I want details. Let’s get together. Can you meet at the café or something?”

  “It’s going to closed in an hour.”

  “So what? Bo will leave it open. I know she called you, too, as well as the others. I’ll text them to meet us there and ask Bo to keep the place open for us.”

  “You are too funny. I really don’t want to make a big deal out of this. It’s new and I don’t know what is going to happen next.”

  “What do you mean, Brazille? They’ll ask for guardianship of you and claim you as their woman.”

  “I don’t think that is going to happen, at least not right away.”

  “What? Why not?”

  “They’re tough to figure out. I mean, I was fine if it was just going to be great sex. It’s been two years for me, so with their tactics and procedures a nun would cave.”

  Lauren chuckled.

  “It was like they were trying to keep their distance, and then they were so obsessive and jealous and then started interrogating me.”

  “Interrogating you?”

  “Yes, about my job, the text messages and calls I missed, my bosses, the adult entertainment I help coordinate for parties.”

  “Oh brother, what did they do, ask if you were ever part of the entertainment?” Lauren asked.

  “Hey!”

  Lauren chuckled. “Honey, you have the body and looks of an exotic dancer, please, of course they are going to be instantly jealous. They made love to you, and you stayed all day today, too. It wasn’t a fling.”

  “That’s great, so now if they want to start dating I’ll have four jealous men to deal with.”

  “Not just any men, soldiers of Sons of Justice. You’re screwed.”

  “Exactly. I have a lot to think about, Lauren. I think I’ll pass on the meetup with everyone. I need to recoup, get organized for work in the morning, and what’s going on this week, and figure things out.”

  “Did you make plans with them?”

  “No. We agreed to exchange numbers and try to make plans for next weekend.”

  “Yeah, that isn’t going to happen. One of them, if not all of them, will make a point of seeing you sooner than later.”

  “We’ll see,” Brazille said, and then she talked to Lauren some more until her cousin beeped in.

  * * * *

  Chanelle was pissed off and jealous, but mostly with Pallen. She knew Brazille would never hit on Pallen. He wasn’t even her type. Hell, Brazille’s bosses all wanted to sleep with her, and most men she met did, too. There was just something about Brazille, whether it was her body or those damn blue eyes of hers, she always got the attention. Crazy shit was, the woman hated the attention, never entertained any of the opportunities, and hadn’t even had sex in two years. Not Chanelle. She would go insane if she didn’t have sex to even let off some steam, or fatten her bank account. She looked at herself in the rearview mirror to make sure that her lipstick was perfect, her makeup done just right, and then she got out of her Mustang, a car bought for her and given to her by one of her ex-boyfriends, Emanuel. He was filthy rich and loved screwing in elevators. It totally drove him wild, but his fiancé was too prim and proper for that. She smirked, adjusted her boobs, and slid her hands along her tight-fitting black dress and then closed the door. She locked it and glanced around the parking lot, making sure no one seemed to be looking.

  She licked her lips and texted as she walked down the sidewalk, then to the office door. The call from Fernando was unexpected, but he had great timing. If Pallen thought she was going to just lay back and let him get away with what he did to Brazille, and how he was screwing some stripper against the wall with a friend, then he had another thing coming.

  When she got to the receptionist area, a pretty little blonde looked her over and then gave a smile.

  “Miss Ford?” she asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Wonderful, Mr. Castrione is expecting you. Let me just buzz him and let him know that you have arrived,” she said, and then picked up the phone.

  Chanelle listened to her speaking to Fernando as she took in the office setting. Very upscale, high-end custom furn
iture. The man was loaded, she knew that, and couldn’t help but feel excited. She wondered what he was into, and what would get him all fired up and how quickly she could start collecting. A lot of questions. What she did know was that he was powerful, too, and Pallen was completely jealous of him. In fact, if she weren’t mistaken, Pallen wanted to be as successful as Fernando, but there was an order of seniority in whatever business they were involved in, and Pallen wasn’t quite as high up as Fernando. She smoothed her hands down her dress.

  “Miss Ford has arrived, sir. Oh, okay. Are you certain? Okay, I’ll be back in an hour. Would you like one of those latte’s you enjoy? Okay. Thank you.”

  The woman got up.

  “You can go right in,” she said to Chanelle, and then stood up and grabbed her bag. The thick, wooden office door opened and Fernando Castrione greeted her, eyeing her over in the dress she wore and then motioning for her to come on inside. When she did, she hadn’t expected to see the other man there. The hard expression, and good looks had her pausing a moment, and then the man eyed her over, practically undressing her with his eyes. Her confidence and fear that she wasn’t as attractive as Brazille disappeared. She reached her hand out. “I’m Chanelle,” she said to him and he stepped closer, taking her hand and giving a wink.

  “Turner,” he replied, and then licked his lower lip. She heard the door closed, and a moment later, felt Fernando’s hands on her shoulders and then him kiss her neck.

  “She’s beautiful, didn’t I tell you?” he said and her belly clenched a moment. Turner held her hand still and played with her fingers.

  “She’ll do just fine,” Turner said.

  “You think so? Otis Ressling is a pretty shady character, and he won’t be fooled easily,” Fernando said, and then slid his hands down her arms taking her hands and pulling them behind her.

  She gasped.

  “Fernando?” His mouth was against her neck and then his lips to her ear.

  “She needs training. Between the two of us, we’ll have her primed and ready.”

  Turner stepped closer to her. Chanelle’s heart was pounding inside of her chest. She didn’t know what was going on and what they were talking about. She came here to seek a little revenge against Pallen for cheating on her, and for hitting on her cousin Brazille. Fernando obviously wanted something else from her.

  Turner stroked her jaw, and stared into her eyes.

  “We’re going to become very close, Chanelle. You have some things to learn first, like obedience.”

  Fernando pressed her down hard so she fell to her knees and cried out.

  “Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?” she asked, immediately fearful of both men.

  Turner gripped her jaw hard. She gasped and stared up at him as Fernando released her hands and gripped her hair.

  “Obedience, for one. No questions asked. We own you now.”

  “What?”

  “Unzip my pants. I’ve heard that mouth of yours has perfected the art of a blow job.” Turner’s hand on her jaw went to the top of her head where he gripped her head tight. She cried out and reached her hands up to grab his hand, but Fernando reprimanded her.

  “Don’t fight it. There’s no use and you have no power, Chanelle. We own you now. Take care of Turner, and show us what we paid for.”

  She felt the zipper to her dress go down as Fernando’s fingers grazed her skin.

  “Why? What do you mean you own me?” She cried as Turner pushed her face to his crotch.

  “Pallen sold you to us in return for a little piece of the action. Now do it, or Turner here will give you a little sample of his military skills and turn this pretty body into an ugly display of bruises and broken bones,” Fernando said, and her dress fell, her breasts emerged, and tears filled her eyes.

  Pallen sold me to them. How? He doesn’t own me? How could he sell another human being?

  “No. No, this isn’t right. He doesn’t own me. He can’t—”

  The smack to her face was quick and hard. She cried out, but then Fernando smacked her in the back of the head and she fell to the rug.

  “Pallen was right. He said she may need a little discipline to make her understand the rules. She definitely has been allowed too much freedom. Pallen should know better,” Turner said.

  Fernando gripped her hair and stared down into her eyes.

  “She’s good supposedly, and the client wants the best. A week, that’s all we have, and then she goes.”

  Turner undid his pants and pulled out his cock.

  “Show me what you got. Our client wants his money’s worth, and you will need to perform your best to seal this deal.”

  She shook her head and cried out until Fernando gripped her head and forced her face lower. “You have no means to escape this situation. We own you. Pallen sold you to us, has been training you slowly, preparing you to please our client. Your fate is set. Now obey, your only other choice is to die if you don’t comply.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks and she cursed Pallen for doing this to her. She would get out of this anyway she could.

  * * * *

  Brazille was typing on the laptop, holding the phone to her ear and talking to a client, while trying to finish up in time to go to dinner with her bosses. They made reservations at Carmichael’s, the most expensive and upscale restaurant in the area. She made sure she wore the designer blue dress that accentuated her figure in the wrap around style and looked classy and upscale. It was hard to find things to wear that didn’t overemphasize her large breast and fit too tight on her ass. She worked out hard and was muscular with very little body fat, but she also had a fast metabolism and watched her diet. She was strict, but filled with energy, and didn’t sleep much at all.

  She heard the voices and glanced to the left as Michelangelo and Lancaster entered her office as she gave a nod and continued talking to the client. She was sure to say the client’s name so they knew who she was on the phone with, and how important this call was.

  “Yes, Mr. Burns. I can add that no problem, and if you think of anything else Sally may like, don’t hesitate to contact me. No, of course this isn’t an issue. As we speak, I am confirming that my contact can have that added to the venue for Friday night. Yes, it’s going to be a great concert and a wonderful surprise for Sally. Of course I will be there, and yes, I did invite some friends.” She chuckled as he mentioned a few single guys he was interested in her meeting. He was a character and wanted to introduce her to his rich friends who were single. She didn’t want to meet them, but she would in order to make this deal go through. She thought of J.T., Farrow, Luke, and Cole, and her stomach clenched. It was foolish to feel guilty. They hadn’t called her and she didn’t even know if they would, or if she would even see them again. She was still single.

  “Thank you, sir, yes, have a good evening.”

  She released the phone and set it down, and then finished confirming the added requests with her contact at the club, and then looked at her bosses before glancing back at the screen.

  “I’ll be just a minute,” she said to them, and both men walked closer. Michelangelo watched her, smiling as Lancaster looked at her bookshelf and the set of books she had on business relations, as well as vacation destinations and figurines of mermaids. She loved mermaids, and even had books about stories on mermaids and sightings. She finished up and then logged off her computer, added the info to her phone really quickly, then exhaled.

  “You’re amazing, Brazille, and we don’t know how you accomplish so much, and with a smile and always making every client happy,” he said to her.

  She smiled. “Thank you, Michelangelo.”

  “So, are you just about ready? Our reservation is in thirty minutes and it takes a little time to get there.”

  “Yes, I just need to use the ladies room before we go. Oh, I should follow you in my car then?”

  “Don’t be silly. We can drop you off here to get your car when we’re done.”

  “Okay.” Sh
e put away the files she had out, and then grabbed her purse and stood up.

  “You look beautiful and professional as always,” Lancaster told her, eyeing her over.

  “Thank you. I know Carmichael’s is a very exquisite restaurant. I had that meeting with Mr. Castrion’s personal assistant a couple of weeks ago for the party next week.”

  “Oh yes, Vincenzo mentioned that he was looking forward to meeting you in person soon. I’m sure his brother Fernando has told him all about you and the success of the bachelor party for Lucanno. That was a successful night,” he said to her.

  “Yes, it sure was, and they all seemed very happy,” she replied.

  “Especially Fernando. He gave you a nice tip, as well,” Lancaster added.

  “Oh, I didn’t even look that up today. I was so busy confirming several other events, and of course this one for Mr. Burns Friday night.”

  “You didn’t even look?” Lancaster asked, seeming surprised.

  “No. I didn’t have a chance.”

  “He tipped you five thousand,” Michelangelo said, and her jaw dropped.

  “What?”

  “He was truly impressed with you, obviously,” Lancaster said, and eyed her over.

  “That’s strange that he would do that, because he gave me a tip that night, too.”

  “I guess he really likes you. So I’m certain his brother Castrione will, as well. Vincenzo will probably be contacting you this week to set up some kind of meeting,” Lancaster said.

  “He’s busy with work, his assistant does so much for him. I more than likely will meet with her if she calls,” Brazille told him.

  “He’s a very smart, powerful, and wealthy man, Brazille. When you do meet him, be sure to show the utmost respect. He has connections in many places,” Michelangelo told her with a stern expression.

  She got his message loud and clear. Vincenzo Castriano had connections to made men. Perhaps he was a made man himself? The thought concerned her. She didn’t want any trouble. She already felt the whole criminal vibe from his brother Fernando. He was a touchy-feely guy, and she would continue to avoid his advances big time.