Carl:Caveman Instinct series 2.5(5)

Crossing my arms over my chest I glared at the men beside me. They were  both huge, all muscle. The guy to my left was in his early to  mid-twenties, with a military short hair and big brown eyes. The man on  my right had the same short military style cut, but his hair was blond. I  looked up to the review mirror and narrowed my gaze. I didn't get a  good look at the guy driving, but he seemed to be the tallest of the  lot, and from the quick look I'd gotten, the scariest. He reminded me of  Lurch, with almost black eyes and the haircut. The only difference  between him and the TV character was this guy had wicked looking tatts.  The man I focused my attention on though was the guy in the passenger  seat. He was the one who'd captured me and placed me in the SUV between  big guy one and two. "You can't do this you know. This is kidnapping."

The man in the passenger seat turned, his leaf green eyes laser me with a  ‘don't mess with me look'. His hair is dark with white sprinkled mostly  on the sides. His jaw is square and he is quite handsome in an, ‘I  could kill you with my pinkie' kind of way. He seemed to be the guy in  charge. "I'd like to see you find law enforcement willing to hear you  accuse a Silverman of kidnapping." He raised a salt and pepper brow.  "Carl is one of the most respected Silvermans too."                       
       
           



       

"Ha! Respected my arse." My snort is very unladylike. "He's insane.  They're all crazy." The men I'd heard on the phone to Carl didn't sound  any saner than him.

The big guy next to me chuckled. "They are, but they pay extremely well  with huge bonuses, and are one of the most well-known, wealthiest  families in the world, have connections everywhere, and if you're lucky  enough to work for them and they like you they treat you like family."

"Matthew, shut it."

Ah, lefty's name was Mathew.

"Lighten up, Rafe." Mathew shot back.

Blondie on my right spoke and his voice was deep. "I may have only been  working for Mason for two years, but I've heard enough and have seen  Stephan and Richard with Jade and Bailey and know what this woman  between us is to Dr. Carl. She's around for good." Blondie laughed.  "Mason is shitting bricks. And what I've heard from some of the other  guys so are a lot of the other Silverman men. They're all freaking about  the Curse-"

"Don't say another fucking word, Joseph," Rafe snarled.

Great. Now the only guy's name I didn't know was the guy driving. He looked like Lurch, so that's what I'd call him.

"So Lurch, are you going to add your input?" Mathew and Joseph burst out laughing as I stared up at the rearview mirror.

The man grunted and I burst out laughing. I mean, come on, if he was  trying to change my name for him he failed miserably. Plus, I think the  insanity was starting to catch. I mean, shouldn't I be crying and  terrified, not laughing and antagonizing the scary men?

"I like her." Mathew commented. "She has sass. She's going to need that to survive a life with a Silverman."

Rafe groaned. "Mathew, seriously shut up."

The terrain changed. We were driving down the winding path to the cabin  gates. My stupid stomach flip flopped and I wondered how mad Carl would  be. I closed my eyes and took a deep calming breath. Maybe he'd punish  me. His hands were quite big. I bet they'd make marks on my arse. Oohh, a  spanking. Was he into rope play? Would he tie me up and have his wicked  way with me? My body heated and I shivered in anticipation. Opening my  eyes I saw that the gates were open. When I'd run they'd been closed.  The two guys I sat between stared at me. Argh, what the hell was wrong  with me? I wasn't into any of what I just thought about. I glanced up at  the mirror and saw I was bright red. Damn something was wrong with me.

The car stopped and Rafe got out leaving the door open. I watched as  Carl exited the … what the hell? "That is not a friggin' cabin. A lodge, a  wooden mansion, but not a cabin. A cabin is a cute little dwelling.  That this thing is huge."

"I told you the Silvermans are richer than God." Mathew nudged me with his elbow.

I looked over at Rafe and Carl. Rafe smirked at Carl. "We found something I think you lost."

Carl's gaze darted over to the car and I sank down in the seat. The  predatory look came over his face and I felt like a mouse being stalked  by a very hungry cat. He'd changed from the suit to black shorts and a  white wife beater, and damn, if he didn't look just as hot in that as he  did in a suit.

"Why the fuck is she sandwiched between two men?" His growl should have  scared me, but it had the opposite effect. My pussy clenched and my  breasts tingled and ached. I'd never been so horny in all my life. There  was something very, very wrong with me.

Mathew scrambled out of the car and I shot him my best evil stare. I  thought he was a bodyguard. He acted terrified of Carl. I shot my gaze  back to the man who was now at the door leaning in and yanking me out.  Um, when did he become so big? I mean where did all the muscles come  from? My body shook and it wasn't from fear. Traitorous body. It was  telling me to let go of my complaints, and give in to the gorgeous man.  What the hell? Staring at the man, I resigned myself to my fate.

Carl's arm came around my waist and he lifted me out of the car and up  against his very hard body. I'd go along with all this craziness and the  first chance to get away from here I'd take it. Even if I had to  promise something crazy. This man made me feel and do things I'd never  felt or done in my life and I didn't like it.

My plan was to go along with whatever happened. Tomorrow was a new day and I hoped I'd come to my senses.

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Carl

I'd never been so relieved to see Rafe, but when he'd told me about  Annabelle and I'd seen her between two men, my caveman instinct had  taken over. I didn't care that the men were now my bodyguards. All I  cared about was getting Annabelle away from them and no body part of  hers touching theirs. Mathew, who I knew used to be one of Richard's  bodyguards, scrambled out of the car and backed away from me with his  hands up in the air.                       
       
           



       

He better bloody well back away. Annabelle was mine. No one but me could  touch her. She belonged to me. I quickened my stride, reached into the  SUV and gathered Annabelle to me, holding her tight. I calmed a little  when she didn't struggle or try to get away.

Carrying her into the cabin, I went to the lounge room and sat her down  on the sofa, then sat next to her and pulled her onto my lap. I reached  out and clutched her hands, my thumb caressed her skin and a sense of  calm settled over me at the contact. She felt so good against me. I took  a deep breath in, her sweet honey smell had me inhaling again. Mmm. So  good.

Annabelle sat stiff in my embrace and I knew I had to explain myself. I  needed to tell her what was going on, to make her see I needed her. I  was willing to do anything to convince her to give our relationship a  chance.

"I know everything that has happened has scared you and I probably shouldn't have kidnapped you, but it's not really my fault."

She snorted. "Yeah, because I made you kidnap me. And for fuck's sake,  I'm not scared of you. I'm pissed off that you took me." She unhooked  her hands from mine and pushed at my chest to get away, but I wasn't  letting her go. She gave up on a huff. "Oh I know. Was it the ‘fairies'  that commanded you to do their work, or do you call them the voices in  your head?"

Crap, she still thinks I'm insane. "I'm not crazy. I'm cursed."

She patted my shoulder. "I'm sure you are." Her voice dripped with condescension.

I turned her so she straddled my lap and tilted her chin up. "It's true.  Look, I promise to tell you why I took you if you make me a promise."

She scooted off my lap and stood, throwing her hands up in the air.  "I'll promise you whatever the hell you want if you take me back to my  mother."

I should've felt guilty for manipulating her. I didn't though. This was  my chance. This was how I was going to get her to give me a chance. This  was my chance to get what I wanted. "Promise me you'll give our  relationship a chance."

She narrowed her gaze on me and if looks could kill I wouldn't have been  breathing. "Fine. If you tell me why you kidnapped me, I'll give a  relationship between the two of us a chance."

I knew I was grinning like a loon. Now another promise. "Last promise. I'll take you to your mother if you move in with me."

"What! You are certifiably insane. Why on earth would I move in with you?"

"Because you're mine."