“Before that, where were you staying? Where did you learn the self-defense moves?” Finlin asked.

  “Yeah, I’d like to know that, too,” Prime said.

  “Friends of Kever’s. As he arranged these plans with his dads, I was trained by Kever’s friends.”

  “Where are they now with this case? With finding your father, these men Serpen and Portino?” Wesson asked her.

  She shrugged her shoulders. “He called and said he would call me today to talk. I don’t know where they are in the case or if they’ll even do anything more.”

  Colt reached out and cupped her cheek. “You let us in. You’re our woman now and we protect what is ours. We have a lot of friends involved in the military and other areas that could help us. I’m glad you let your guard down, especially knowing that those men hurt you so, and put that fear in you.”

  She grabbed his hands and held them against her chest. “I didn’t want to do those things. They forced me to. They were going to rape me and share me. I know they were. I never want to see those men again.”

  “You won’t have to. We’ll help you get through this. You accept our guardianship, and we’ll handle the rest,” Prime said to her.

  “I accept it. I want to be with the four of you always. No one knows about any of this, and I don’t want anyone else to know. I’m glad that you do though. That if I need to talk, or I freak out a moment that you’ll understand why.”

  “Of course we will. We care about you so much.” Colt kissed her lips and then Wesson took her hand and turned it.

  “The tattoo? Is it for your sister?” he asked.

  She nodded. “12/20/17. The night she died in my arms,” she said and looked at the tattoo.

  Wesson brought her arm toward his lips as he lowered down and kissed her skin and then the tattoo. She stared into his eyes. “I want to trust you. The four of you, and believe what you say to me. That you understand now. That you can accept what I was forced to do.” Her nose clogged up and her eyes, too. She felt dirty for having been forced to service Serpen and Portino.

  Finlin placed his hand on her neck and head and leaned closer. She looked at him. He pressed his forehead to hers and held her possessively. Wesson still held her hand. “None of that matters now. Not after what we shared. Not after you accepting our guardianship, our beds, and to be our woman. No looking back at the past, Bella. Look forward to the future with us,” Finlin told her.

  She reached up slowly with her palm and pressed it against his cheek, his masculinity arousing her once again. Making her feel proud for the first time in a long time about who she was and what she had right here. “I promise to be everything you all would ever want.”

  “You already are everything we want and more. We want to know what we can give to you, to make you feel happy, whole once again and to forget about the past,” Prime said and Finlin kissed her lips and then held her against his side.

  She looked at Wesson, then Colt and Prime. “Just love me. I don’t ever want to feel alone again, like I’ve been feeling for far too long.”

  Finlin leaned against her and kissed her temple on the right side as Wesson kissed her temple on the left side. Then Colt bent down to cup her cheek and jaw and kissed her next. When he released her, Prime lifted her up into his arms and hugged her tight. She wrapped her legs around his waist, absorbed the feel of being in such a large, capable man’s arms, and she knew she loved them already.

  “We’re not only going to show you what love is, we’re going to spoil you, woman. I can’t wait until you’re in our arms, in our bed, living in our house and sharing a life with us.” Prime suckled against her neck and she closed her eyes and absorbed it all. The happiness, the weight lifted off her heart for sharing so much with them today, and the hope that filled her heart. She could have happiness with them. She could begin a new life with them right here in Cherry Hill. She wanted that, and she would do her best to make sure it became a reality. She would trust them. Let go with them, and give her heart to them completely.

  Chapter 5

  “Habib Cabul! Do you believe this shit? We are close, Kever. So fucking close to breaking this case wide open,” Gerry said and then showed him the computer screen.

  Habib’s main guy Soto was in New Orleans. There was a surveillance picture of him entering the hotel with two other men.

  “Do the agents have anything more than that?” he asked Gerry.

  “They said to hold tight. They have more information they are confirming, including a possible sighting of two men who used to work with Dominick Rathers.”

  “Why didn’t they grab them?”

  “They are hoping they will lead us to some kind of connection between Dominick, Lionel, and Serpen. Now with Habib’s men in the picture this is looking more and more like terrorist activity. We have to hold tight. Listen, we’ve got Homeland Security involved, the terrorist task force and our own team involved with this. The end is drawing near. We’re going to lock all these scumbags up and Isabella will be free to live her life with those guys you know, and we’ll help to save innocent lives before these men get those weapons into terrorist hands.”

  “I sure the fuck hope so. Isabella has been through so much. She doesn’t deserve more pain. Habib would be a huge capture for all of us.”

  “Yeah, well, let’s see how the ones running the show handle that. You know they’ll be others who will want that catch.”

  “I don’t give a shit about that. I want Serpen, Portino and Lionel. That’s who our case started with and who we need to lock up so Isabella can move on with her life. We grab Dominick Rathers and Habib, then they’ll be a bonus. I’m going to go make the call to my fathers and Isabella. We’ll head downtown to the intel department and see how they’re coming along with finding out what military bases and soldiers were involved in the stolen military weapons and get in on those interrogations.”

  “I may have to stay here and wait for that intel on Habib and his men. The agents involved said they would send computer images and surveillance video if there were people they met the agents didn’t recognize.”

  “Okay, you stay put. We know a few of their buddies, and more than likely we’ll recognize the helpers better than anyone else. I’ll head to the intel department myself. We’ll stay in contact.”

  “Got it.”

  Kever headed out of the executive building and to the car. He got inside and made his way through the city to the government building downtown. He called Isabella.

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, beautiful, how are you?”

  “I’m good, Kever. How are you?”

  “Busy, but hopefully making progress. I sent you a few things through the computer. Did you get them?”

  “I’m heading over to the bar now. Your dads said the emails came through.”

  “Okay, I want you to take a look at a few names and some pictures. We’re moving along with the case at a nice speed. I am hoping we can resolve all of this soon.”

  “Oh God, I sure do hope so. I want to live my life here in Cherry Hill. I want to be free from all that crap and danger in the past.”

  “I hear you, honey, and you will. We’ve got some sightings and some good intel coming in. Just do me a favor and look into the emails. You can reply right back through the email and myself, or Gerry will receive the information.”

  “I hope I can help.”

  “I hope so, too, but don’t worry, things are coming to an end soon. I can feel it. So how are those men treating you?”

  “Good. I’m so happy with them. I just want the bad stuff to be over.”

  “I know and it will be and you can live your life free and clear. I need to go, but I’ll call again in a few days unless I need more information.”

  “Okay. Thanks, Kever.”

  “No problem, sweetie.” He ended the call and he felt more determined than ever to end this situation. Isabella was a beautiful, sweet young woman. She needed happiness and true love. The Jameson men could provide that for her, and even protection, as well. He prayed they found the answers they were looking for, and a location of where Serpen and Lionel were hiding out. This had to end.

  “Cherry Hill, Texas,” Lou said to Dominick as he covered the receiver of his phone.

  Dominick widened his eyes and then smirked. He listened to Lou talk to his cousin he had in the government, or some kind of position in computers and communications. He was able to tap into Agent Kever McCormick’s cell phone.

  Lou jotted things down, then moved the paper toward Dominick. He read the notes, a description of the town, the amount of military and police around.

  “When should they grab her and where do you want her delivered?” Lou asked.

  “As soon as it’s safe. I’ll set up a location in New Orleans. Then it’s up to Serpen on whether he gets to have her, or I ship her off with Habib’s men. I haven’t made the final decision yet.”

  Lou continued to speak to his contact and make the arrangements. Dominick leaned back in his chair and thought about Lionel and how he killed Gale. She belonged with Dominick, not Lionel. The man didn’t appreciate shit. Not even the two daughters he had with Gale. No, he was a heartless fuck who only cared about money. The hatred they shared for one another ran deep. Dominick knew it would drive Lionel insane knowing that Dominick received all the money from the arms deal, and also sent Isabella off with Habib. It would mean that Dominick was in complete control. That Dominick had more power, more capabilities and influence than Lionel did. That was always Lionel’s problem. He wouldn’t share. He would give credit where credit was due. Well, now Lionel would be left with nothing. Not his daughter, not his money and power or this deal with Serpen. Dominick would take it all away from him, and kill him so he couldn’t go rat him out to the feds or anyone else.

  He smirked. “See who has the last laugh, you fuck. When I kill you, it’s for Gale,” he whispered and he couldn’t wait for his plan to come together.

  Finlin sat at the bar at McCormick’s and sipped a beer. His eyes remained on Isabella as she stood by Colt, who was talking to Ben Smothers and a few other locals. They were talking about football and the upcoming season. Prime and Wesson were nearby, as well, and Finlin absorbed it all.

  They found a woman to share. To love, and the fact that she went through such a traumatic and dangerous experience made him feel extra protective. It was hard, and would get harder as they took their time trying to build this life together. They each had careers, were set in their ways, yet none of it seemed to matter so much anymore. Isabella took first place, the front of the line and she was priority. He wanted her to feel nothing but happiness. He needed to change his way of thinking a bit. He had been self-centered. Focused on taking one day at a time after retiring from the service. He didn’t think he could make a difference in anything other than the military, or through the training he provided to soldiers at the training center. Then Isabella came along, with her sweetness and beauty, and a hidden experience of pain and heartache. She lost her sister who died in her arms. How many soldiers, friends, brothers in arms died in his arms when he was serving?

  He took a long slug from his beer and exhaled. He looked at her sexy figure, at the way her short black skirt hugged her ass. An ass he fucked only about thirty minutes before they got here. His dick hardened and that possessive feeling consumed him so much he felt like it was hard to swallow. He was falling in love with her. Scratch that. He loved her.

  She turned around as if looking for someone. Her gaze went to Prime and Wesson and then to him. She squeezed Colt’s arm. Colt looked at her and then toward his direction. Wesson and Prime looked, too. They all kept eyes on her. Couldn’t seem to take their eyes off of her at all. She headed right toward Finlin. He took in the sight of her and he felt proud, blessed, like she was some precious gift from heaven given to him and his brothers after all they went through in the service and in life. She was youth, magic, fantasy, perfection, and he loved her. She slid her palms up his chest as he placed the mug of beer down and immediately wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped her cheek and head with the other. She leaned up to kiss his chin, her femininity arousing him and bringing on those protective feelings.

  “Why are you over here all alone? Don’t you like to socialize?” she asked him and snuggled up against his neck. When her lips hit his skin, he tightened up.

  “I’m good right here. Can keep eyes on this sexy little ass.” He squeezed her ass and she reached back to remove his hand and blushed. He couldn’t believe it. She was still so shy, so innocent after all they did with her the past week.

  “Your brothers said you don’t like to come out much, but you love the training center you work at. Is it true that there are obstacle courses and things to train soldiers there?” she asked.

  He caressed her back. “Sure is. Maybe if you’re a good girl, I’ll take you there during the week one day.”

  “A good girl, huh?” she asked and pressed against him.

  “Yeah,” he whispered and ran his palm along her ass then up her back and then to her ass again.

  “Jake and Eddie said that you guys were awesome soldiers, and that you and Wesson were badass and then some. How come you haven’t told me about being a soldier?” she asked him.

  He held her gaze and looked down into her eyes. “Nothing to talk about, baby.”

  “I find that hard to believe. I never really knew any soldiers before, but I know what you do is dangerous and very hard.”

  “I don’t talk about it, Bella,” he said more firmly.

  She licked her lower lip. Then she rubbed his forearms. “Okay. I understand. Battle wounds run deep.” She looked away, and he cupped her cheek so she would look back at him.

  “I don’t ever talk about my experience in the military. There are a lot of bad memories I don’t want to revisit. You know what I mean?”

  “In a way I guess I do. I don’t want to revisit the things that happened in my past. They hurt too much.”

  “Exactly.”

  “You looked so serious a few minutes ago, when I turned around and locked gazes with you. I was worried.”

  “No need to worry.”

  “What were you thinking about, Finlin?” she asked as he caressed her ribs on one side, stroked her nipple through her top and she pressed closer. “Finlin,” she reprimanded and he hugged her to him, whispered into her ear.

  “I was thinking about how much of a perfect gift you are to us. That I don’t deserve you, and don’t know how to take care of you, and provide for you in every way so that you’ll stay.”

  “I’m not going anywhere, Finlin. I love you already.”

  He stared down into her eyes. “I love you, too, and that’s hard to admit.”

  “Why? Because you’re a soldier and soldiers aren’t supposed to feel anything?”

  “That, and I didn’t think I would ever find the perfect woman for my brothers and I.”

  “Well, looks like we’re all getting lucky,” she said and winked.

  He tapped her ass. “You, this sexy little outfit, and talk about getting lucky means it’s time to leave.” He suckled against her neck and she giggled and swatted at his shoulder. His brothers came over and he said it was time to go. They said good-bye and they headed right back to Isabella’s house to bed.

  “Finlin!” Isabella cried out her release as Finlin thrust his cock into her asshole while she tried to ride Wesson. Colt returned from the bathroom and climbed up on the bed. He brought his cock to her lips as he gripped her hair and head. “I need that mouth.”

  “Oh God,” she said on exhale and grunted then opened to take the thick, long muscle against her tongue and into her mouth. He slowly began to move and she adjusted, focused on sucking Colt’s cock as Wesson and Finlin fucked her ass and pussy hard and deep. She felt light-headed when Finlin smacked her ass and then came with a roar.

  Smack.

  “Move on over, bro, I’m next,” Prime said and Finlin pulled out and Prime took his place. He slid his cock into her asshole and she hummed and rocked back and forth, up and down against him.

  “So good. She is coming so much,” Wesson said and pinched her nipples. She felt her cream spurt and the sound of their bodies slapping together echoed around the room.

  “I love this. I love you, Isabella. I love this mouth, your pussy and ass and this sexy body. Fuck,” Colt said and came in her mouth. She swallowed and suckled and he grunted and pulled out. “God damn, baby, I can’t take it when you do that. Fuck,” Colt complained.

  Prime chuckled. “She’s a naughty little thing, huh?” he asked. Smack, smack. Smack. He spanked her ass three times and thrust into her asshole.

  “Prime!” she exclaimed.

  Finlin came back from the bathroom. He was drying off his cock when Wesson thrust upward three times and came inside of her. Prime wrapped his arm around her waist and hoisted her up and off of Wesson. “What the fuck, Prime.”

  Prime chuckled. “I fucking need her. Need to get good and deep and mark the woman I love,” he said against her neck and shoulder.

  She shivered from his warm breath and possessive words. “Oh, Prime, you make me crazy and want so much. So much,” she told him.

  “I love you, and this ass is heaven. Every fucking part of you is heaven,” Prime said and thrust fingers into her cunt while he fucked her asshole. She rocked her hips, moaned, and felt her orgasm coming closer and closer. He pressed her chest to the bed. Ran a possessive hand up and down her back to her neck, holding her in place. “This body is ours, always and forever, our woman,” he said and rocked his hips. He slid almost all the way out and then pushed back in. Her cheek was against the comforter and Wesson caressed her hair from her eyes.

  “Look at her. Look how hot and sexy she is,” Finlin said. They all gathered around her and she loved it.