“You weren’t meant to die. You were meant to do more. Can’t you see that?”
She shook her head. “I couldn’t see that because I felt so hollow, so estranged from everything and everyone, including emotions for so long. It’s taken so much for me to let the three of you into my heart. And I’m afraid to hold on too tight, and that it might scare you away.”
“Never. You could never scare us away. This was meant to be, Michaela. We’re meant to be,” Jake told her and then leaned over and kissed her cheek.
She smiled.
“How about we get something to eat?” Hal asked.
“That sounds great. I’m starving.”
“So am I, but you are on the menu for dessert. Now come on.” Hal lifted her up and began to carry her from the room.
“Wait, I need to get dressed.”
“What for?”
“Well, you three are dressed in pants at least. Can’t I put something on?”
Hal shook his head. “Nope. I want these accessible as we eat so I can suck on you in between.” He leaned down and licked her nipple, pulling it between his teeth.
“You better give me something to wear or there won’t be any nipple sucking allowed.”
He paused. “Are you challenging me?” Hal asked. Billy chuckled at their little banter. Hal would win, but Michaela sure looked up for the challenge.
“What if I am, Hollywood?” she asked.
He widened his eyes. “That’s one spanking coming up after dinner.” He kept walking and Michaela gasped. “Spanking? Spanking? Is he serious?” she asked Jake and Billy over her shoulder.
Billy and Jake laughed and also looked forward to that spanking even more than their bellies looked forward to that BBQ chicken.
* * * *
Hal could see how uncomfortable Michaela was with her nudity. She kept one arm crossed over her breasts and her legs crossed. He pulled the T-shirt from the counter and passed it to her. “Here, put this on.”
Her eyes widened.
“Really? It’s not against your rules?” she asked, pulling the T-shirt on very quickly. Then she looked down at the firehouse logo. “Engine 19. Nice. Huge on me, but nice.” She closed her eyes and inhaled the scent that brought a smile to Hal’s face.
“Stand up, let me see what you look like in it?” Billy said, and she rose from the table, spreading her arms wide. The T-shirt was practically to her knees. Jake chuckled. “I’ll get you a really nice sheriff’s department one for you to wear.” He took the last bite of chicken and winked at her.
“I think she looks fucking hot.” Hal pulled her into his arms and immediately placed his hand under the T-shirt and over her ass.
“I bet you say this to all the women you seduce. What, do you have a box full of these T-shirts on your truck?” she teased.
Hal got serious. “This is my T-shirt. I’ve never let any woman wear my T-shirt.”
She ran her hands up and down his chest and then cupped his cheeks. “Really, Hollywood? Why do I find this hard to believe?”
He squeezed her tighter.
“It’s true. Ask my brothers. Maybe we gave away brand-new ones, but never ones we wore,” he told her.
“Why not?” she asked, holding his gaze.
He pressed her back and over the kitchen table between Jake and Billy’s plates.
As he leaned down closer to her lips, he used his hand to glide between her thighs and touch her pussy. “Too intimate of a gesture.” He kissed her deeply, and then pressed his fingers up into her cunt.
Michaela surprised him as she lifted her thighs up and against his waist. Giving his fingers better access to her pussy and some leverage.
He stroked her cunt while he kissed her deeply, as his brothers commented.
“Well, we did agree that Michaela would be dessert tonight,” Billy stated.
“Give us some room, Hal, you know how we love to share,” Jake added.
Michaela moaned as Hal maneuvered a finger to her anus and pressed up into her. He was pumping fingers into her ass and pussy while Jake and Billy pushed up her T-shirt and began feasting on her breasts.
I could get real used to this. Coming home every night to Michaela, spread out on the dinner table like a feast for her men. She’s absolutely perfect.
Chapter 7
“So you’ll keep me abreast of any updates?” Jake asked Alonso as he spoke to him over the phone in the sheriff’s department.
“Of course. I care a lot for Michaela, and just want her to be safe and happy. She doesn’t need this type of danger.”
“I should say not, Alonso. I have to tell you, from what you explained that your department and the Feds have so far, it’s like this Solomon is after something specific from Michaela.”
“I know, Jake. I’m thinking the same thing. I’m wondering why he hasn’t left the country.”
“I can’t figure it out either. You said that the Feds had a lead on the tracker Solomon hired? What happened to that?”
Alonso was silent a moment. “They lost sight of him, but they also discovered that Dipero was in the same area.”
“What? Why didn’t the Feds grab him?”
“They don’t have enough evidence to prove that Dipero killed Annette and shot Michaela. They’re trying to figure out who hired Dipero to kill Solomon. And obviously, they believe it to be someone of importance or they wouldn’t be giving this case a second glance.”
“Oh shit. Could it be that they just want to get rid of Michaela because she’s the only one who can identify the hit man and the fact that he was there at the apartment and shot both her sister and her?”
“Think about it, Jake. The Feds are involved. They had the gunman, the one who killed Annette and shot Michaela, in their sights, and they didn’t get the order to take him in.”
“Is this some political bullshit? Some organized crime going on in the government?”
Alonso chuckled. “We’ll just have to wait and see. You and your brothers do your part and protect Michaela. If these men find her, it won’t end nicely. Plus, if she even thinks they’re around Treasure Town, she’ll take off just to protect the three of you and everyone else in that town that has made her feel welcome. She’s that special and unselfish.”
“We’ll take care of her, Alonso. Be sure to keep me posted.”
“Will do.”
Jake hung up the phone and then leaned back in his chair. He missed Michaela, was worried about her even moreso now, and he couldn’t leave today to meet her for lunch.
* * * *
“Mr. Carlucci is busy right now. Perhaps I could help you with something?” Carlucci’s personal assistant told Clyde Duvall.
“Oh, I think that your boss is going to want to drop whatever it is he’s doing and come to the phone to speak to me. Just let him know it has something to do with some extracurricular activities he’s doing, and some recordings that could possibly be used to slander him publically and maybe kill his chances for reelection.”
“Hold on a moment.”
“No problem.”
Clyde stared at the house as he sat on the corner. The little brunette was renovating the place all alone. It would be easy to nab her or just get what he needed from her. All he had to do was notify Solomon so he could go in there and demand the key to the security box.
“I hope this isn’t one of your bullshit ideas of a joke, Clyde. You know I don’t have the tolerance for that shit.”
“Sir, of course it’s not bullshit. I just needed to let your assistant know that this is a serious situation.”
“Explain.”
Clyde went on to explain about Solomon’s plan to sabotage the reelection, the thumb drive with loads of information that could not only incriminate Carlucci, but also a few associates in the political arena.
“This woman has this thumb drive?”
“That is what Solomon believes. Unfortunately, the woman is none the wiser. Solomon thinks that the sister, his girlfriend that your man Dipero killed, placed the thumb drive in a safety box with password access. Since Solomon is sort of on the run from your hit man and the cops, this woman is going to have to get that password and get the thumb drive for us.”
“So grab her and get me that thumb drive by tomorrow.”
“Oh, no can do. Let’s talk a little business, Carlucci. For one, I didn’t have to call you up. I got paid, cash from Solomon to track this chick and to get her to him so he could nail you to the wall and gain back his freedom. I want some big pay here on this one. Oh, and I also want Dipero off my ass. He’s been steps behind me, but if he comes in here killing this woman and making a mess, we’re all going down, and I won’t be the only one singing your name like a canary.”
“Okay, calm down. My assistant will call off Dipero. But you have forty-eight hours to get me that thumb drive.”
“Seventy-two hours. The sisters were estranged and this one may not cooperate or may not even know the password.”
“Get it done, or Dipero will take everyone out and no one will even know about the security box and thumb drive.”
Carlucci disconnected the call, and Clyde smiled as he watched the young woman head down the street from her house. She was one sexy piece of ass. He wouldn’t mind keeping her close and bringing her back to New York to the security box. Hell, he might enjoy a little playtime with her. He started the engine and headed in the opposite direction of the woman.