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  “Is this why we were summoned?” Ren asked, completely avoiding our grandparents new sex toy addiction.

  Coleman’s eyes narrowed on him and then swung to Brett who was looking at the ceiling.

  “No, it’s not. There has been a development,” he muttered. Realizing that he was talking about the asshole who had been trying to take us out one by one, we all gave him our full attention. “A box was intercepted, destined for Hurst and Linda’s house.”

  “Why would someone be after our grandparents?” Cole asked. “They’re fucking old!”

  “This is the development,” Coleman explained. “The box had the same sort of bomb in it that they used in the box that was delivered to Luke last year, as well as in his house.” Luke growled beside us. His house had exploded when Cole opened the door, and then he’d found a package with a bomb on his desk months later. His wife Isla had been pregnant with Thing One and Thing Two at the time and had also been recovering from being shot. “There was a letter in it this time that we think the bomber intended to be read as the box opened, thinking that it would be destroyed in the explosion. It was very…,” he paused and shook his head. “Informative - I’ll use that word instead of every other word that I want to use.”

  “What did it say?” Brett’s tone was cold as he asked this. When Brett removed emotion, we knew shit was about to fly.

  I remember eating all of his Twizzlers once, and instead of just beating the shit out of me, he’d told me I’d pay for it in that same tone – and I had. He’d put laxatives in different items of food for three weeks. The fact that I was in eighth grade and shitting my brains out on random days was humiliating. I brought lunch at school every day, and to this day I had no idea how he’d managed to put it in my food.

  “It would appear that he was an acquaintance of Jack’s many years ago,” Coleman nodded at Dad who looked shocked.

  “Who?”

  “That we don’t know yet, but there were prints on it, so I have a guy scanning them through AFIS.”

  “What else did it say?” I’d never heard Dad use the tone he was at that moment. It was kinda scary and reminded me that we all have a dark side when we’re backed against a wall. This asshole had done so much and been after us for so long.

  Pinching the bridge of his nose, Coleman started to explain it fully. “It started off with an eye for an eye, something that we figured was the main motive by now. He said though, that they would die knowing that their son was at fault and that in the near future he’d be joining them while the sick fuck enjoyed Jack’s wife.” I think we all sucked in our breaths at that. He wanted our mom? “He also said that she should have been his and that Jack’s ‘bastard line’ were of no use to him.”

  “Bastard line? Who uses that kind of language?” Ren sounded stymied by it, it was almost medieval.

  “What do we do?” Dad asked. He sounded like he was ready to kill someone.

  “Right now? We wait for the results of the fingerprints to come back. There might be a hit on AFIS, there might not,” Coleman sounded frustrated. “Me? Well, I have some friends that I’m going to contact and see if they have any info. Jack, I need you to make a list of enemies that you’ve made over the years. Go back as far as you can.”

  Dad nodded. “I don’t actually have many, so it won’t take long.”

  “Even someone who you’ve lost contact with for no reason. You’d be amazed the kind of psycho-fucks the world breeds,” Coleman advised. “The rest of you need to be aware. He attacks, withdraws and then starts all over again, but I don’t think he’ll do that this time. And we don’t know who he has working for him now, so keep your eyes open when you’re out and about. No one is to leave using their own vehicles, use the ones that we’ve provided. Do you understand?”

  A chorus of agreement met his orders along with a salute from Cole before he looked over at me and gave me an almost imperceptible nod of his head. I knew what was coming.

  Splitting away from the rest of the group, we walked back toward my house where Ebru was along with Cole’s son, Louis, and Sonya.

  “We’ll need to come clean at some point,” he muttered, looking off into the distance. The two of us had the same secret and had been keeping it for years.

  “Not until we find out something that can help them with this shit.” There was no option. If we told them, we would be suspected if something happened and all of our gear would probably be confiscated by Coleman.

  “Where did you put it all?”

  “I’ll show you, but we need to get rid of the girls,” I whispered as I opened the door to the house, hearing the excitable female chattering coming from my living room. I should probably be pissed that while we were doing our shit, my house had turned into estrogen central (and baby shit too by the smell of it), but it just meant that Sonya was becoming more comfortable in our house.

  My family had welcomed her immediately being Layla’s best friend, but I wanted them to know that she was mine, so I gave Cole the hand signal letting him know to give me a minute as I walked over to where she was sitting comfortably. Not giving her any warning, I bent over and kissed her as deeply as I could with Ren’s daughter Crystal tugging on my nipple piercing. How she always managed to find it I’ll never know, but it was a miracle that my nipple wasn’t in two pieces by now.

  Running my nose softly down Sonya’s, I pulled away slightly, just enough to allow me access to the little shit who was starting to tug harder at the piece of metal. Wincing, I pulled gently on her tiny fist, which was stronger than you’d expect, and pried her fingers open giving my poor abused nub much needed freedom.

  “Why does she always do that?” Maya asked, reaching over to take her daughter back. “She doesn’t do it to anyone else! It’s like she’s after something.”

  My family didn’t know that I had a piercing. I’d gotten Mace to do it on a whim and after the first one had decided I couldn’t go through with the second one. Okay, so technically I’d fainted when I’d stood up to look at it in the mirror, so Mace had said to come back another day for the other one. That was three years ago and I hadn’t been able to do it, so I’d sworn him to secrecy.

  “Tom had his tit pierced,” Cole informed the group of women who all snapped their heads in my direction and stared at my chest like they could see the small piece of metal. Now I knew how chicks with big boobs felt when they were gawked at.

  “Lemme see!”

  “Is it both?”

  “When did you have them done?”

  “Oh my God, how have we not seen this?”

  This was the chorus of questions and comments that were shouted as they all got up and rushed toward me. Taking a quick step behind Sonya’s chair, I held my hands out trying to get them to keep their distance and keep their nosy hands away.

  “He was gonna have the second one done, but he fainted after Mace did the first tit and hasn’t been back since.” Glaring in Cole’s direction I noted that he was holding his son unaware of the damage he’d just done. Louis was the only thing keeping him breathing, for now.

  Gently slapping Layla’s hand away as she reached for the neck of my t-shirt, I pointed at them all. “Any more of that shit and I’ll slap harder, don’t think I won’t.” I was full of shit, I’d never hurt any of them and they knew it.

  “Then show us,” Maya snapped, arms crossed over her chest as she tapped her foot.

  Sighing, I lifted my t-shirt slightly to show them the small barbell through it.

  “Ohhh, you should get one with jewels either side,” Ebru squealed.

  “I’m not a chick,” I snapped, letting it fall back down over it.

  “What about a hoop?”

  “Oh, you could get one with a charm hanging off it.”

  I looked at Sonya, begging her for help, but she just grinned and shrugged. Narrowing my eyes at her, I made sure she knew that I’d be getting payback for her act of treachery. The smug shit just shrugged again and grinned wider. Double payback, after I cau
sed huge amounts of pain to my brother who had caused all of this crap.

  “Why don’t you have a tattoo in the middle of your chest?” my sister asked. The others were still going on about nipple piercings and looking on their phones at different shit that I could put in it.

  “It’s a special place,” I muttered, keeping an eye on the excitable jewelry maniacs. If they were gonna start buying charms and shit, I was taking it out.

  “Special for what?” She persisted.

  Pointing at Sonya, I figured that it was answer enough. The sharp intake of breath that came from her direction caught my attention and when I looked over her eyes were shiny, and she was biting her lower lip. I can’t say that I was an expert on women, but at that that precise moment there was no doubt that what I’d just revealed meant something huge to her.

  Good! She should know that I was serious, that this was serious.

  I was saved from anymore bullshit by the asshole who had started it. “Dude, you got any new comic books?”

  That was the cue that we’d used since we were little.

  There were groans from the rest of the room apart from Sonya whose expression had now changed to suspicion. Then it hit me - a couple of nights before, we’d been looking at something on YouTube about a guy who made comics for a living. I’d said that I’d never found them that interesting, so I’d never bought any - well unless it was Archie and Veronica when I was a kid.

  Dammit, I couldn’t lie to her, which meant that if and when she asked I’d have to tell her. Shit!

  Cole and I were both typing away on our laptops, looking through the security footage of stores and houses. It was amazing what you could hack into when you had an idea of what you were looking for. So far, we’d tracked the vehicle that delivered the package all the way back to a street in Houston just two blocks away from the offices of our oil company.

  The box had been handed to some dodgy fucker with a truck by a dude in a t-shirt and jeans with a baseball cap on his head. They’d both kept their heads down and their faces covered which meant that they were adept at being hinky bastards. We’d run the plates of the van just in case, but they’d come back as fake. The weird shit was that they kept changing in all of the footage that we had of the vehicle as it made its journey here.

  “How the hell did they do that?” Cole said in disbelief as we watched the van’s plates change again.

  Shaking my head, I went back to looking at details on the van that could be of use to us and then searched for repairs on vehicles of that make to see if I could get owners details that way instead.

  “So, which one did you decide to go with? DC or Marvel,” a female voice drawled behind us, making us spin in our chairs. Sonya stood leaning against the doorway with her eyes narrowed on us and the items on the desk behind us.

  “Uh, you see, we uh…” I turned to Cole who was desperately trying to think of an excuse. I saw the moment he locked on one and sat back to watch the entertainment play out. “We’ve watched FBI Files for years and there was this episode on earlier where they found out who the bad guy was just through security cam footage. We decided to give it a try, right Tom?”

  “Nope!”

  “Huh?” He looked genuinely confused, but I wasn’t lying. No way, no how!

  Looking back to Sonya, I let it all out. “Cole and I are trying to track the vehicle that delivered a parcel bomb intended for our grandparents.”

  Flicking her gaze between me and the screen behind me, she took a step closer. “How are you gonna do that? I don’t want to be an asshole, but you need to have special servers and whatnot to do that.”

  Here’s where the big secret was gonna come out. She’d probably laugh in my face but fuck it.

  “Cole and I became members of Mensa ten years ago.”

  When she just stared at me, my heart sank a little. That disappointment didn’t leave as I explained how both of us had been tested and it was discovered that we had IQ’s of over 196. I’d only been fifteen and Cole had been sixteen when we’d sat the tests after being disruptive in our classes. It had been assumed that we were the opposite of what we’d turned out to be, when in all actuality we’d just been bored with the bullshit being taught.

  Mom and Dad had been awesome and arranged for us to have extra tutors, pretending that it was to catch us up rather than to teach us at our own levels. We’d also been allowed to stay in our grades and have work assigned during normal classes so that we weren’t out of our comfort zones. We’d also started our college course seven years ahead of when we should have from the comfort of our high school.

  The course that I was studying at the moment was actually my third college degree. Cole also had three under his belt too.

  Sonya continued to stay quiet long after I’d finished. Cole just looked between us, now eating a bag of chips.

  “So?” she eventually drawled.

  “So?”

  “What’s the issue? I kinda figured that both of you had something like that going on, it doesn’t take a Mensa approved genius to figure it out,” she shrugged.

  It hit me yet again just how perfect this woman was for me, so I didn’t apply my brain to mouth filter and instead just said what my brain was screaming.

  “I fucking love you, Sonya Hart!”

  All of the blood drained from her face as she stared back at me.

  “Timber!” Cole sang, just as her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted with a thud on the floor before I could catch her. “Dude, you’re in so much shit,” he snickered around another mouthful of chips as I picked her up off the ground, glaring at him over my shoulder.

  He was right though. Truth be told, I was fucking ecstatic about it.

  Chapter 8

  Sonya

  I don’t know how long I’d been asleep for, but I was rudely woken up by fucking Dante and it felt like he was going into areas that a cat shouldn’t ever venture into.

  A tongue running up the aforementioned area had me shooting up, and I would have fallen off the bed if it wasn’t for the hands holding me in place.

  Trying to make sense of what the hell was going on, so many questions hit me.

  Why was Dante right there? What was he looking for? And, when exactly had my cat grown hands - let alone ones that were big enough to stop me from moving?

  The deep chuckling made me jump, and that’s when the confusion cleared enough for me to see Tom lying face down on the bed in front of me.

  “It wasn’t the cat?” I know that I sounded stupid, but I really needed the confirmation that the neutering hadn’t turned my cat into a pervert. I wasn’t sure how they’d fix it if that’s what had happened.

  Shaking his head, he laughed a bit more. “No, it definitely wasn’t your cat,” he reassured me.

  Lying back down with the relief, I closed my eyes determined to get back into the sleepy land of heaven that I’d been in and had been rudely awoken from. Maybe that was part of my dream? Maybe this was all a dream?

  That question was answered in the next second when I felt the soft hair from before sweep down my thigh, and a hard, firm lick was delivered to my vagina.

  “Holy shit,” my eyelids flew open and I tried to squirm.

  “Still,” he ordered, going back and licking up my center again. If he kept doing that, I’d stay in whatever position he wanted.

  Scared to even breathe in case he stopped, I did as I was told. This tactic paid off, until I ran out of oxygen and had to gasp in a breath. After that, I figured that so long as I didn’t move aside from breathing, then I’d be okay. If I passed out from lack of oxygen, he’d probably have to stop until I came around. Or, I’d miss the explosive ending. Neither of those options were conducive with my own end goal, so breathing it was.

  A smack to my outer thigh reminded me of Tom’s ability to read minds and be an asshole, but it pulled my attention away from the crap going on in my head and back onto what his tongue was doing.

  The tongue in question disappea
red, only to be replaced by a thick, hard finger entering me in the next second. The rough pad of the digit had a homing beacon to heaven on it, because it hit a spot inside me immediately that shot me all the way to the finishing line. I wasn’t ready to cross it yet though, so I clenched down tightly and willed it to do as I was begging it to.

  Tom’s lips had just pressed firmly around my clit as he started to chuckle, and the three sensations together made my legs smack shut around his head. I should have cared, and I probably would have, if he didn’t add a forth thing to the mix – suction.

  Another back cracking, soul jackin orgasm hit me and I screamed, hoping to hell that none of the family or other people that seemed to constantly be around were walking by or close enough to hear it. Not that I really cared right then, but I would later…maybe!

  Tom prowled up my body from between my legs, his torso brushing against mine the whole way and making my stomach tremble. When his big cock hit me close to where I was looking forward to it going, I tilted my pelvis up slightly, hoping that it would get the hint. Its owner did though, as he reached down and notched it at my entrance.

  Just as I thought he’d push forward and give me what I wanted, he pulled back and stared down at me, shaking his head slightly from side to side making sure that I knew he was in charge. The big blunt tip of it slid firmly up me bumping my sensitive nub, making me jerk.

  “Do I have your attention?” He rumbled as he leaned down and took my lips. His tongue was demanding as it met mine, rubbing and flicking as I tried to draw it into my mouth.

  He placed his cock back down and pushed in slightly before withdrawing and refusing to go back in again. On one flick of his tongue, I caught it between my lips and sucked hard. The result was a sharp intake of breath from him, and then he was slamming into me making my head fly back on the pillow and a cry escape.

  Once I had all of him, he ground against me, giving me a chance to get used to the size. Bless his heart for trying, but I wasn’t sure that I ever would.

  “I meant it, you know.” This was whispered on one of the grinds that made my brain short circuit, so if he expected an answer he’d be disappointed. “Tell me that you know that.”