“You’re very lucky to be alive. To have had the mental strength to think and react with obvious training,” he said to her.

  “Of course, that alert device you had was probably what had him releasing you and running. He knew people would hear it and come to help. You did amazing, and it isn’t every day that detectives get to tell a victim that. You’re a survivor, and we will catch Allen,” Frank Lark, his partner said to her.

  “What else can I do to help?”

  “If there’s anything you recall about him, about his actions or his demeanor toward other women at any time, maybe it might help to locate him,” Detective Lark asked.

  “I can’t think of anything at the moment. Most women were drawn to him. He had a reputation, and I’m sure those women are shocked about the rapes and murders too, or will be.”

  “It’s like he was living a double life,” Trek said.

  “We’ve received information from an unknown source about particulars to these murders and evidence. Apparently, someone knew about the murders and evidence, and details were sent to a location. It won’t take long to figure out who sent them to us, not that it matters. That person would be charged as an accessory to murder and helping to aid and abed a killer,” Detective Lark said.

  “Well, we don’t want to take any more of your time. Again, we’re glad that you’re safe Miss Johnson. We ask that you’re diligent in being aware of your surroundings, and not taking any chances being alone at any time until Allen is caught,” he added, and they shook hands with her and then her men.

  Blade walked them out, and Trek pulled her into his arms.

  “Holy shit. A killer,” Blade said, and she squeezed him tight.

  “How could I have ever had such strong feelings for him? How didn’t I know?” she asked.

  He pulled back. “Don’t do that. It wasn’t you. He’s the fucked up one. They’ll catch him and this will be over and behind you.”

  She hugged him tight and hoped so, because she had to go back to work in two days.

  * * * *

  “I don’t want to do this,” Felicia said to Allen.

  He gripped her upper arm and squeezed hard. “You will do it or else.”

  She was shaking. “They said you raped and murdered three women, including Priscilla. How do I know you won’t kill me?”

  “If I wanted you dead, you would be dead. Besides, you knew that something went down. You were my alibi, and would have been again if that bitch hadn’t had that alarm on her. She’ll suffer for that and for fucking four men. Now do as I ask.”

  “I’ll get arrested. How do I know you won’t kill me?”

  He grabbed her and pulled her against his chest, then ran his palm along her ass and suckled against her neck.

  “If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you after I fucked you in every hole. You’re mine, Felecia, and after we wrap this up with Melina, you and I can get out of this town, this country, and live off all the money I have saved up.”

  She moaned as he suckled harder and then began to lift her skirt.

  “I don’t know if I can do it. She’ll be suspicious.”

  “No, she’s too sweet. You tell her Nelly is in trouble. That her boyfriend beat her up and she’s at a bar in the alley on Smith street right around the corner from her office. I’ll take care of the rest.”

  He slid his fingers under her panties and began to stroke her. “You’ll do it for me, Felicia, and then you and I will leave together. No other women but you. Okay?”

  “Okay,” she said, and he pulled his fingers from her pussy and lifted her up and pressed her against the wall. He undid his pants and then took her right there. It was rough and hard, but he owned her, could kill her right now and be done, but he needed her and he was smart to keep a hold. The dumb bitch would be killed in that alley along with Melina.

  * * * *

  Melina was back for two weeks now and work was busy every day. Her mind was past worrying about Allen and where he could be. The detectives were still searching and coming up with dead-end leads. She was going to meet her men for lunch shortly, right down the block at the café. As she started to finish up her work, her cell phone rang.

  “Hello.”

  “Melina?”

  “Yes, who is this?”

  “Oh thank God. It’s Felicia. I work with Nelly. She’s in trouble.”

  “Trouble? What’s going on?” she asked.

  “One of her boyfriends beat her up. They got into a fight and she’s hysterical. I can’t get her to go to the hospital. She’s in an ally down the block from your office on Smith. Please help me convince her to go.”

  “Oh my God, of course. Put her on the phone. I’m heading out now anyway. I can be there in two minutes.”

  “She can’t talk. Can you hear her crying?”

  Melina thought she heard something. “Okay. I’ll get there.” She hurried from her office, telling Meredith what was going on.

  “That’s crazy. The poor thing. Maybe you should call the police.”

  “My men are meeting me at the café. I can always call them to meet me and convince her.”

  “Okay, let me know what happens. That’s terrible.”

  As Melina headed out of the building, she was shaking and angry. How could those men hurt Nelly? She adored them and they were soldiers. They could do such serious harm. As she got to Smith Street, she rounded the corner and saw Felicia bent over as if talking to someone behind the dumpster.

  “Felicia?”

  Felicia turned and waved her over. “She’s on the side of the building. She’s so embarrassed.”

  Melina hurried over, realizing too late that it was a setup. The strike to the back of her head sent her to the ground. She grunted, and as she turned and rolled to her back and looked, there was Allen. He stabbed Felicia, and Felicia cried out. “Allen, you promised!”

  “I lied.” He grabbed Melina and pulled her with him. Her bag was on the ground so she couldn’t activate the alarm or reach her phone.

  Her head pounded. “No, Allen, don’t do this. Why are you doing this?”

  “You’re mine. Always have been. I never should have allowed you to leave me.” He pulled her into a van, and grabbed her wrists. She tried to resist. He squeezed her cheeks. “It’s over. I won’t let any other men fuck you. You’re mine forever.” He pressed his mouth to hers and she turned from him. It earned her a shove as he tied her wrists, and then attached the hook on the cuffs to a bar on the inside of the van. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t get free.

  “No! Help me!” she screamed, but the door closed and he sped out of there.

  *****

  “What the fuck is going on? Where is Melina?” Morris demanded as Meredith was talking to the police.

  “She went to help Felicia and Nelly. Felicia called and said Nelly was in trouble. That her boyfriends beat her up. It was a trap,” Meredith said, and was crying.

  Morris looked at the detectives.

  “Felecia is alive, just barely, but she said Allen did it,” the detective told them.

  “What the fuck are we going to do? He could have taken her anywhere,” Blade said, and then looked at his brother.

  “We should have gotten here sooner. Should have made her wait inside for us to get her,” Trek said.

  “She went to help a friend, and we were right fucking there around the corner,” Morris said. His cell phone rang and he looked at it. “It’s detective Patterson.”

  “Hello?” Morris asked.

  “We’re working on finding her. Got a call from Jovani’s lawyer about information to make a deal,” Detective Patterson said.

  “What? Like he knows his son has Melina, and maybe where he’s taking her?” Morris asked.

  “Not sure. It’s a game now between us and his lawyers. We need to wait.”

  “Fuck that. We aren’t waiting. We’ll hunt, and as soon as you have something get it to us,” Morris said. He told his brothers what the detective said.

  “So you think Jovani knows where Allen took her?” Trek asked.

  “Sounds like he’s only worried about number one and not spending time in prison as an accessory to multiple rapes and murders. You know they’re up to over a dozen women coming forward with accusations of rape against Allen and his father. This is sick,” Blade said.

  “She must be so fucking scared. Jesus, we need to do something,” Vetter said, and then Morris’s phone rang again.

  “Caden, what do you got?”

  “Inside information. Looks like the detectives are following Jovani, and he’s heading out of Sussex to Fairlawn. We got two separate lake homes under their names in the system. Allen could be bringing her to either one.”

  “We’ll split up when we get there,” Morris said.

  “Just wait and see what the detectives do. Could be something is going on in their investigation,” Caden said.

  “Patterson just called and said Jovani’s lawyers are negotiating a deal so he doesn’t wind up behind bars.”

  “Then definitely hold back. Obviously, the detectives are following Jovani for a reason.”

  “Yeah, but if they don’t accept the deal, he could help kill Melina or try taking her out of the country or something. How can we stand back and wait?” Morris asked.

  “Just hold back far enough to not blow their case and plan. I’ll call Patterson now,” Caden told him.

  * * * *

  Melina shoved at Allen’s hands as he tied her hands in front of her. They were at some house somewhere in the driveway when a car pulled up.

  He had a knife in his hand, hiding it from whoever was in the car. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed, and she was shocked to see Jovani and his driver, Mark.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” Allen asked.

  Melina was trying to focus, but her head was pounding so hard it made her vision fuzzy. She definitely had a concussion. She already threw up once in the van.

  “What did you do to her?”

  “She’s fine,” Allen barked.

  “She isn’t fine. You have cops and detectives looking for you, and for her. It’s over.”

  “No, it isn’t. I won’t let you have her.”

  “Oh I will be taking her. She’s mine and you’ll take the fall for her missing.”

  “What the hell are you talking about? She’s mine, so get out of here.” He raised the knife up and started pulling her back. “She isn’t yours. You had a chance and fucked it up. You ruined my business, my future, and I’m taking her.”

  “The fuck you are,” Allen said, and shoved Melina to the ground as he went at his father with a knife.

  She tried scurrying away, and then Mark grabbed her and lifted her up. She was kicking and screaming when she heard the gunshot. She stopped and so did Mark.

  Jovani stood there over his son’s body. “I should have killed you sooner. You’re a sick fuck,” he said, and then put the gun in his waist.

  “Get her in the car and let’s get to the airport.”

  She screamed and punched Mark in the stomach, then kneed him in the balls. She started to run toward the house when bullets started hitting the house right next to her. She ran around it. Hoping to get some cover when she heard sirens in the distance and then tires squealing. She grabbed a shovel that sat by the house and some mulch there that someone left. She raised it up just as Jovani came around the corner and shot at her. She screamed and swung, hitting him in the chest, sending him onto his back in pain. As he went to raise his hand with the gun, she slammed the blade down on it, cutting his wrist.

  “Melina!” She didn’t look behind her. She recognized Blade’s voice, and then they were surrounded by police and her men.

  Blade pulled her into his arms as she dropped the shovel.

  “Holy Jesus, woman. My God. I thought he shot you.”

  “What the hell were you thinking?” Morris asked as Trek and Vetter caressed her hair from her cheek, and she cringed and moaned.

  “Blood?” Vetter asked, checking his hand after he caressed her head.

  “He hit me with something. I think I have a concussion,” she said, and Blade held her in his arms.

  “Are you okay, Melina?” Detective Patterson asked.

  “She needs an ambulance,” Vetter told him.

  “You are one amazing woman. You guys should hold onto her tight and never let her go. They don’t come much tougher than her,” Detective Lark told them.

  “Don’t worry, we aren’t letting her go. Not ever,” Blade said, and she let him hold her until the paramedics came to bring her to the hospital.

  Epilogue

  Melina sat next to Trek and Vetter on the couch as their friends all enjoyed another barbeque and celebration. She was just relieved to be here with everyone, and especially her men. She was just a little worried about London, who wasn’t answering her phone but texting and saying she was busy. She would be sure to get together with London this upcoming week

  “Are you feeling okay? Your head doesn’t hurt too badly?” Morris asked her.

  “I feel good.”

  “You sure you don’t need anything?” Blade asked.

  She caressed Vetter’s thigh and squeezed Trek’s waist, hugging him. “With the four of you right here, I don’t need a thing.”

  “Not a thing, really?” Blade asked.

  “Well, maybe one request I never get tired of,” she said, and smiled.

  Blade and Morris smiled, too.

  “Go ahead and ask,” Blade teased.

  She held his gaze and smiled. “Tell me you love me,” she whispered.

  “I love you, Melina,” Blade said to her, and leaned down to kiss her lips.

  He pulled back and she looked at Vetter. “I love you, Melina,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.

  She then turned to Trek. “God damn, you know I love you, baby. Especially when my cock is buried deep in that pussy,” he told her, and they laughed as he slid his palm against her inner thigh while he kissed her and she gripped his hand.

  She pulled back. “Trek,” she scolded.

  “Melina,” he teased and winked.

  She then looked up at Morris and stood up, putting her hands on her hips.

  “Well, tell me you love me, Commander,” she teased.

  He reached out, grabbed the material of her dress and pulled her against his chest. “Tell me you love me, too,” he said.

  She ran her palms up his chest as he held her close and squeezed her ass. “I love you too, Morris.”

  “I love you, and I love you even more when my cock is buried deep in this ass, and while my brothers and I make love to you together,” he said.

  “Morris,” she scolded, thinking he said it kind of loud.

  He kissed her and when he released her lips he kept his forehead against hers. “Baby, everyone here knows we sink our cocks into this ass, this pussy, and this sexy little mouth. No need to be embarrassed. We love you, and you love us. Ménage style,” he said with such cockiness she felt aroused and well, horny.

  “Anyway, you want to sneak off to the bedroom to take off the edge?”

  He bent down, and threw her over his shoulder and slapped her ass. He was laughing as she screamed.

  “Excuse us, everyone, we’ll be back,” he said, and the hoots and hollers filled the back patio as Blade smacked her ass and added, “Maybe.”

  Her men followed and headed to the bedroom with her over Morris’s shoulder, and she couldn’t help but smile. Not only because she loved her men, and didn’t care who knew it or what they intended to do to her, but also because they were all healing. Morris’s leg was getting better and stronger, making him more confident and proud instead of feeling weak. She loved them with all her heart and they loved her forever.

  “Morris?” she asked as he set her feet down by the door to the bedroom,

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “I don’t regret that night in the bedroom.”

  He smiled. “How could you? I swept you off your feet and kept you horny for my cock from that moment on,” he said with confidence and gall she wasn’t used to.

  She slapped his chest. “Keep that up and I may just squeeze that sore spot you still have.”

  “Oh boy, this is not going to end good,” Blade said.

  “Sure it will. It always ends good, and with our woman coming in our arms and filled with our cocks.”

  He lifted her up and lowered her to the bed as the others closed and locked the door.

  “Make me come, Morris,” she said, and he lifted her dress to her neck and stared at her body.

  “With pleasure, woman. With pleasure.” He kissed her breasts and then trailed his mouth over her belly and right to where she needed it most. Heaven. Life couldn’t get any better than this.

  THE END

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