Trade In and Up Chapter 3

 

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Chapter 3

Pop. Pop. Pop. Bang. The van rocked as the metal rattled and bowed in on me. Seemed like it at least. Sounded as if War War Three was taking place outside me. Longer the firestorm raged the less hope I had for Special Agent Preston Clarkson returning. No matter how determined he seemed about being my rescuer, I knew better. Many had said the same over the years. None achieved it. Me and John had to run each time. In the end, we left the Marshalls and went at it on our own. We did good until we visited the clubs or bought some bondage equipment for our home. Not sure why that always tipped Julian off, but it was the only link we could figure out. We tried to avoid doing so, but our desire to express our true emotions for each other won out in the end. We both knew it would catch up with us one day. Guess that day had came.

The driver side door was jerked open just as the passage side did. Special Agent Preston Clarkson jumped inside the passenger side, holding the left side of his forearm as another man wearing a tight black shirt with blood soaked blond hair.

“Get us out of here, Jackson.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson glanced back at me. “Sit down and hold onto the bar above your head.”

I’d barely gotten on the bench before Jackson had gunned the van and pebble like sounds bounced off the outside of the van.

“What is going on?”

“Tell you later, boy.”

Fuck the boy shit. There was a time and place for it and it wasn’t now. Not to mention he wasn’t my Master. “Now, or I’m taking my chances by jumping out the this back door.” Not that I would survive it, but I was starting to believe I might not survive with him. Second thought, what proof did I have that he was FBI. I’d only heard a gun fight from hell take place outside the van. Only had his word of who he was. No identification had been given. Yes, sirens had been heard, but I’d not seen any coppers. Damn it, why did I listen to him. “I want to see a badge.”

“Now you want proof.” Jackson huffed. “Fucking unbelievable. We just saved you ass and you don’t even thank us.”

“Shut it, Jackson.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson pointed at the bag sliding from left to right each curve we took. “Catch the bag. Give me the cause inside and look inside the front pocket. You will see my credentials.”

I scooted to the edge of the bench and waited until Jackson took the next curve and snagged the bag. Tossing him the cause and then opened the front pocket, tugging free a zip lock baggie. Before I even I opened it, a shinny gold badge shined through it. Didn’t set my mind at ease though. Why did he keep it so close to him? What if someone philftered through his stuff. Not like Julian’s men were loyal to anyone other than Mr. Julian. Definitely not each other. Keeping his Federal Identification on him did not seem wise. I opened the bag and pulled out the wallet like ID, studying it. Not sure why. Not like I could tell if it was fake or not. I put all of it back in the baggie and inside the pocket of the bag.

“Satisfied?”

“Nope.”

“Fucking God. I’m going to kill him myself.”

The car sped up as he swirled around another curved.

“You going to kill us all if you don’t slow the fuck down.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson said in that voice that sent shivers down my spine. Any other time, I would have loved to bow at his feet and offered my service to him. Me and John loved each other, but we enjoyed playing with others. I loved to put on a show for John and John loved to watch other dominate me. Fuck. John was dead.

My free hand flew over my chest as a sob ripped through me. My chin pressed against where there should be a huge hole, but all there was a salt watered wet shirt. Why had that goon brought me back to life. I should have died right alongside John. It was my right to go with my Master. I had no one to take care of me. To care for. To serve. To live for. I might as well give myself up to Mr. Julian and let him kill me. Send me to be with John.

“Stop this van. Let me out.”

“What? Hell no.” Special Agent Preston Clarkson clambered through the small opening between the seats and stumbled back to the bench, sitting beside me. His arm went around me, tugging me against him. “Why would you want us to do that, Boy.”

“I’m not your boy.”

“Not yet.”

Trade In and Up Chapter 2

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Trade In and Up Chapter 2

Charcoal eyes glared down at me through a halo of blonde hair. “Ugh . . . Why do you hate me?”

“Why do you ask stupid questions.”

Mr. Julian jerked me up by the arms, tossing me over his shoulder. Any other situation I would have gotten off on being man handled, but . . . Not by him. He was a monster who though he controlled the world.

“Damn it.”

Yes. Sirens blared in the background. Not that they helped me in the passed, but their distraction might give me a chance to get free. Air whooshed out of me as I landed on the hard metal. Didn’t lay still to take in the impact, I lunged up and forward, only to slam into a flat outstretched palm. Not Julian’s. Much bigger. Much larger. Much stronger. Knocked me back three good inches.

“Where do you think you are going?”

Who was . . . Over the long running from Julian’s men I’d seen most of his henchmen. Not that one. He did not fit the MO of the others. He was tall. Muscular. Not bulky like most of the ones that came after me and John. Man did not appear to have drank a beer a day in his life. The other guy’s gave off a vibe of eagerness of meanness. This guy . . . Reminded me of John. Dominant. Controlling. He knew how to get what he wanted from a person without violence. Without raising his voice. None of those aspects fit with Julian. There was not another person associated with Julian that held such an air about them.

I titled my head from side to side, studying the angular cheeks that led up to nicely rounded eyes that held bright pine green eyes. Unique eye color.

“Don’t think about it.”

“About what?” What was I doing? Talking to him was going to get me nowhere. I knew it. So why interact with him?

“Getting by me. Not going to happen, boy.”

Shiver ran up my spine.

“Ah . . . Would not let Mr. Julian know that little secret about yourself.” The man winked at me. “Boy.” He climbed into the van, tossing his head towards the bench behind me. “Sit, boy.”

He was not my Master. I was not going to listen to him.

“Now, Boy.”

“Not my Master.”

The man reached behind him and tugged the door closed. He glanced behind me and then nodded. “I am not.” The yet part hung in the air, even if I did not like the thought of it. “But I am here to help you.”

“Huh?” Help me?

“My name is, Special Agent Preston Clarkson.”

FBI. What would they be doing inside Julian’s group?

“I’m sorry it took me so many years to work my way so close to the inner rankings of Julian. It is not easy, but today was my lucky day.”

“Doesn’t feel so lucky to me?”

“Sorry. Lucky might be wrong considering . . . What I meant was I can get you away from him and take him down for murder, drug trafficking, as wells as human trafficking, all in one swoop.”

That would be good, but Mr. Julian would find some way to escape the charges they brought against him. Just who he was.

“Give me five minutes and stay inside here like you are supposed to. You are safe inside this van. There are gunmen watching after you and if it leaves there are trackers on it. We clear, Boy?”

“Don’t boy me.”

“You listen to it best.”

True, but he was  not my Master. “Fine.”

“Five minutes and Mr. Julian will be out of your hair.”

He might think so, but I did not.

New Story Trade In and Up (Small update)

 

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Hope all are staying well and safe. Keeping their distance, wearing their mask, and washing their hands often. It has to be getting tiring of hearing that, but it is the best way to keep yourself safe and the ones you love and care for safe. Going through the virus with my entire family has proven it is no joke. I all but lost my dad to it, and I do not wish for anyone to suffer the way me and my mom did while we were stuck at home while he laid in the hospital unaware of what was taking place. It is terrifying and the hardest thing I think I have ever lived through. So, I wish everyone to stay safe and healthy.

Okay, enough of the soap box issue, that I did not mean to get off onto. Sorry about that guys. Today I have started a new blog story. I debated whether to start it before the new year or not, but I thought we could all use a good read with all that is going on. But there will be just one chapter a week until the first week of January. Lots to do for Christmas, so I have to budget my time. Plus, I’m working on revising the finial book in the Marked Ones Series.

So, I have started the story below, but I’m not sure where it is going, so I’m going along for the ride with you guys this time. More so than normal. I hope it turns into a great little story for you folks. We will see. Until then, enjoy chapter one for this week and remember

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Trade In and Up Chapter 1

 

Rushing water swirled around me, pressing me further down. Hands of seaweed reached up ready to welcome me to the bottom. My lungs felt like fire raced through them as they begged and pleaded for air, but all that they received was salt water. My eyes had fixed themselves on the lifeless body of my lover of ten years, John. Life had been hell on us for the last five years, running from place to place, barely avoiding the Julian Gang from South Africa. Who knew one party would ruin our lives. Take our lives in the end. We figured after we witnessed Mr. Julian’s youngest boy strangle an underage boy to death at the party that our days were numbered. Didn’t stop us from going to the police. Testify against him. He is serving time in jail, but his father swore our lives would end or take the place of his boy. Neither appealed to us, so we decided to go into witness protection. Little good that done us. Mr. Julian’s men always found us and chances us before we could get relocated. It was why when I heard the bullet shattered the windshield and pierce my lover’s forehead, taking what joy John had in his eyes, I . . .  Shock stole all function. Or common sense. I jerked the wheel left and right over the Lighting End Bridge, fifty feet drop into the bay that led to the bay we’d spent our day picnicking on. It had been a picture-perfect day.

“Breath damn it.”

“You best hope he makes it.”

“Sir, I’m doing my best.”

“You where the fool that caused him to wreck.”

“Breath dam it.” Hot air rushed across my salt-soaked cheeks. “Please. I do not want to be where your boyfriend is.”

As much as I’d like to say I did not listen to the fool who wanted me to be handed over to the one who had just taken the life of my partner, I had no true say in it. Water spewed from my lungs and I was titled onto my side and hard pats to my back had me wincing.

“Not so hard, you jerk ass.”

Right. Don’t bruise the man he’s going to murder. Made lots of sense.

 

 

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The Bombardians had came out to the world, but it had not been as accepted as the Royal Leaders expected. Franklin and his four cousins had been putting out fires since the day the news broke. The biggest hate group was the Death To All Bombardians. Little did Franklin know that they’d located one of his homes. The day they invaded his house was the best and most confusing day of his life.

 

Christopher had been forced to live with his Uncle after his mother was killed. The man was right the opposite of his mother. Abusive and a major bigot. His Uncle hated everyone who did not conform to his way of thinking. Biggest hatred was aimed at the Bombardians, or as he referred to them, aliens. Christopher wasn’t sure where he stood, but he knew he needed leverage against his Uncle. Soon the man was going to step over the line and be put on the Most Wanted list. His chance came, but what would it cost him.

 

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Life and Love Lessons Chapter 37 (Final Chapter)

 

Life and Love Lessons

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Chapter 37

It’s okay. I invited them.

What? Why?

Wanted us all to talk as a group. Had not expected us to get . . .

Lost in each other’s body.

Yeah. Sorry, Alvin.

“Have a seat gentleman.” Alvin slid back, tugging Rex’s jeans up and over his throbbing cock. “Afraid these aren’t going to fasten.”

“Don’t mind seeing him.” Fabin chuckled. “He’s a beauty.”

“That he is.” Alex smiled over at Rex. “But I doubt he called us here to catch you two in the act.”

“I didn’t.”

“Think Rex had all us getting on the same page on his mind and his little mind took over.” Fabin winked at Rex, getting a growl from him. “Couldn’t resist baby. You looked amazing with your cock down his throat. Just needed mine in your mouth to complete the image in my mind.”

That was a picture Rex could get behind.

“Was not expecting to get so . . .”

“Distracted.” Alvin sat Rex between his legs, hugging him in tight. “We are all a family now, so time we start working as once. Don’t you two think?”

“We do.” Alex and Fabin said in unison.

“Long as Rex is on board and I’d say he’s mor than on board.” Fabin snorted.

“With him on board,” Alvin kissed the side of Rex’s neck, “it is up to each of you when your bond with him. The rest of our time will be worked out as we go. I have to figure out a place to buy that is off of Coven Land that we can all reside on.”

“What!”

Rex winched when Fabin and Alex both shouted.

“I can not live on Coven Land and lead the Mixed Breed world.”

Rex had not considered that, but he was sure that went the same way with Alex and Fabin. And himself. Or did he have to live on anyones’ land since he was Mixed Breed.

“Still some things to work out, but we will get there.” Rex sighed. “Until I decide when I will mate with each of you, I will remain at my fathers and continue to learn about being a Mixed Breed.”

“Sounds fine to me.”

Rex relaxed against Alvin at the first agreement between all of them. Things would still be dicey until they came to learn each other, but working as a group, as a family, would make it easier. Meaning he’d be able to focus on learning about who he was.

“Life is going to be much better now.”

“That it is, Rex.” Alvin rested his chin on Rex’s shoulder. “And to make sure, we will check in with each other weekly to make sure that we are all getting our needs met. Especially, our mate.”

It had been a strange road to get to where he was, but Rex had to admit, it felt nice to know that so many people would care for him for the rest of his life.