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Hell's Kingdom 

Book 3

Free Write Story - Lighting Strikes

Lighting Strikes

Part 1

Jeffery crept through the hallway, holding his breath. The least bit of sound or air would set off the magical detectors placed around the Historical Sector of the All-American Supernatural Museum. His dad’s mission didn’t seem all that unheard of when they left the house, but the closer. The two of them got the worse the idea seemed. His dad had been in a hell of a lot of trouble lately and never explained what he’d been up to. Jeffery never pressed him for a reason either, nor did he ask for an explanation for this little excursion of theirs. He feared what his father might say. The guy was getting older and forgetful, as hard as that was for them both to admit.

His dad pointed ahead of them, grinning like a loon.

Jeffery’s stomach clinched soon as he took in the large glass case enclosed by felt red ropes like they use in theaters and casinos, as well as, well museums to rope off the secured areas. No way the two of them would get past them without setting off any kind of alarm. And the only thing his father made prevalent before they left is they’d be returning with an item of great value. Guess that should have clued him in on how tight security would be. Stupid him.

He grabbed his father’s shoulder, halting him before he reached out and grabbed the rope. He lifted both eyebrows at him.

He got a shake of the head back in return and his father shook his hold off only to snatch the rope and unhook it from its clip.

Jeffery held his breath, but no blaring filled the room. No flashing lights cut through the air. He all but released a huge breath, but halted before he did. Such an act would have indeed set off an alarm of some kind. Father gave him that warning.

Father snatched his arm and dragged him closer to the glass case, tapping the edges of it. He mimed lifting the lid and setting it aside. Jeffery nodded at his dad and then helped him remove the lid. His dad snatched the item and rolled it up tucking it under his shirt then rushed back the way they came.

They were back outside the museum before Jeffery blinked. His dad walked them over to a well-lit area and extracted the stolen piece of paper.

“What is it, dad?”

Last Free Write Scene for 2023

Hi all,

Hope all had a wonderful Christmas and an amazing time with their families and friends. I sure did. I had a healthy meal with my Mom and Dad and some fun times. Now, onto our last Free Scene of the year. Doesn’t seem possible does it, but it is. I’m unsure if I will start the year off with a Free Write Story or more Free Write Scenes yet, but we will find out next week.

The large beast sat on the edge of the porch whinning with his head between its paws and ears hunkered down. Not a single sign of aggression towards me. Al doubted the extremely large wolf would attack him, but he wasn’t going to take the change.

“You stay there while I walk inside and call animal control.” I held my hands out in front of me, while walking back inside the house, but before I could reach the counter where the phone rested a mist formed around the beast, freezing me in place.

The mist grew thicker and thicker until the animal was out of view. My mind told me to run and slam the door shut, but my body was frozen in place.

Before I knew it, the mist faded away leaving behind a naked man I knew all too well.

“Daven?”

Free Write Scene

Hi all,

I all but forgot to post something today, so I borrowed from a short scene I wrote for a exercise I did for a community post for the definition of the word Foolscap. I don’t think they will mind me borrowing my own work. I hope you all enjoy the short work. It’s not my usual style of writing, but it does give you a brief insight into the style of my side project I’m working on.

Let your imagination soar as you read this short scene.

Have a great day

Julia

Jeffery stared down at the foolscap wondering where the fancy writing was. He'd been told day after day for ten years by his father and grandfather that their family history was written on the ancient sheet of an unusual-sized piece of paper. Only the old ones would write on an 8 X 13 size piece of paper. Quil and ink aspect made sense, how else would they write back when George Washington was President? Guess I was lucky it wasn't on a clay tablet in picture form. Still, there was nothing here, so what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to learn where he came from since the Orgs took out his entire family before his fifteenth birthday?

"Can I help you with something, young man?"

Jeffery spun to find a crumbled-in on himself, long, white-haired man leaning against a wooden walking stick that stuck a good foot above his head. A voice he'd not heard in over six years came to life in his mind.

"Elder of Summar. Kneel, boy. Now."

He had no idea why his father's voice sprang to life in his mind, but he did just what his father did. Yet, he tucked the foolscap behind his back. Something inside him told him he wasn't supposed to have that sheet of paper.

Free Write Scene

They sat in the recliners, asleep like every other night, except tonight neither slept. Hanks’ eyes met his, but Hanks’ outstretched hands failed short of reaching his thanks to the lifelessness shining back at him from those once sexy, baby blue round eyes that normally carried love and joy at all times.

What was he to do without the man who saved his life some forty years ago? He had not taken a breath or made a decision without Hank since that day. What would become of him? How would he survive this world? Not that he would begrudge Hank for his decision to leave the pain filled life that had plagued him since the cancer caught hold of him. Nope. He grasped the concept of what a life full of pure pain, even when full of love and happiness was life. He’d seen it with his mother when she suffered through breast cancer when he was fourteen. Watching it with his lover was a thousand times worse in his opinion. That might be cruel to think, but . . .

How else was he supposed to feel in that moment? His heart had been ripped from his chest, leaving behind a gaping hole that could not be stitched back together by the best of surgeons.

Free Write Scene

Every other minute last night I heard a bark or a growl or a whine of some kind. There had been many nights of late that the night had been full of those sounds, but fear of wild, fighting dogs kept me locked inside my house. Last night was no exception. At least the ruckus ended earlier than normal last night. It made me wonder what in the world happened. If they caught whatever they’d been after all these nights or if they finally gave up on the chase. Whichever didn’t really matter as long as it was one of those and they remained gone.

“There.” I laid down my purple mascara, nodding at the mirror loving the dark triangle I’d created at the corner of my eyes. “You’ve done it again, Jason.” I roamed my hand down my wife-beater shirt, giving myself one more glance over before I left the room, heading off to the office.

I got one foot into my hallway, pausing. Okay, I screamed like some little bitch-of-a-girl. Who wouldn’t have when they found a naked man laying half in their open door and their hallway? And not just any naked man, but his business partner, the man he’d had a secret crush on for the last five years, the man he’d pined away for from afar like a fool.

“Davis, oh my Mother of Earth.” I rushed over to him, kneeling, forcing my eyes to remain on his face. A face that you no longer saw the normal tanned skin. Instead you saw darkening purple and blues covered with drying blood from slashes. “What happened you, my dear?” I ran my hand over the top of his head. “I’m calling for an ambulance.” I reached into my back pocket, extracting my phone.

“No.” Davis’ hand lifted from his side, pulling a groan from him. “Please, don’t.”

“You need medical help.”

“Just help me up and to a bathroom, Jason, please.”

“And what can you do in a bathroom?” 

With private hatred of myself, I reached down, slipping my arms under his arms and tugged until he was able to get his knees under him and together we got him standing. He wobbled a bit as he stood there, staring at me.

“I just need a shower and a moment of alone time too. . . well, you’ll know soon enough, but for now just accept that this will all heal on me quickly.”

“Yeah right. Someone did a hell of a number on you, my friend.”

“I’ve had worse.” Davis sighed. “Will take worse for you any day.” He muttered as he headed towards my bathroom.

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing.”

“Why did someone beat you up because of me?”

I’d done nothing stupid as of late. That I knew of anyway. Actually, I’d been doing my best to stay out of trouble after the last fiasco with the Campbell Brothers. Davis pulled me out of the fire on that one and I had no clue how he managed to soothe their ire when I’d riled them up by insulting their son.

“Let me get cleaned up. Can I borrow some clothes?”

Oh yeah. Didn’t need him walking around me all naked and stuff. My libido would rise up soon as it registered how bare-chested Davis was. Shocked me my cock hadn’t already woke up. 

“I’ll bring you some sweats. It’s all I have that will fit you.”

Davis was a bit taller than me and had way more broad shoulders and chests than me, but him in any of my clothing would be awesome. 

I didn’t have to knock on the bathroom door or anything to give him the clothing. It stood open and Davis stood behind the glass shower door with water cascading down his body. What I wouldn’t do to be in there with him.

“Talk to me, Davis. What happened?”

“You aren’t going to let me clean up are you?”

“No. Not when you are pulling my name into whatever caused this when I know of nothing I’ve done.”

“It’s not your mistake this time.”

“Then whose?”

“Mine.” He heaved a deep sigh as his hand reached for the bottle of body soap. “I’m not like most people, which you knew just not all the details about, and we have certain rules we have to follow when we are ready to involve someone in our lives.”

“Quit being evasive.”

“Fine. Fine. But if I come right out and say this then you are involved in my life fully, rather you want to be or not. I’m trying to save you that.”

“Give me that choice.”

“That’s it, you won’t have a choice. If I tell you, then you are in for the rest of your life even if you wish to leave you won’t be able to. They will make you stay and live a life with me.”

Live a life with him? What was he going to tell me that entailed me living a life with him? It sounded as if . . . Could he have feelings for me and I not know it? If so, he’d not picked up on my attraction to him, but the attraction was one thing going full in for an entire life . . . Mother of Earth, I could be blowing something much simpler up, but pushing forward to find out might mean ending my life as it is. Or that’s what it sounded like. Was it worth it?

Yes. This was Davis. Anything was worth it for him.

“Tell me.”

“Are you one hundred percent sure? I will continue to stand between you and them for as long as it takes.”

“Tell me. You are not going to keep getting beat up like this. It will kill you.”

Free Write Scene

I sat doing my favorite pastime, watching Jamal sleep in his comfy recliner. His feet were kicked up and his head lulled to the right. The way the lightweight blanket draped over one shoulder and down his body reminded me of a puppy wrapped up under a cozy blanket.

Arms snuggled around my waist, tugging me back against a hard, firm chest that I knew as well as I did the one curled underneath the blanket. I loved my life with my partners. The day I ran across Daniel and Jamal was beyond the best day of my life. None of us knew the day they walked down the boardwalk and saw a struggling musician playing for his supper money that they’d met their third.

“He’s so peaceful.”

“Only because we have you, babe.” Daniel nuzzled the base of my neck, over his large-mouthed, claiming mark.

Jamal’s mark rested on the other side of my neck, smaller but still as prominent and visible as Daniel’s huge werewolf teeth marks. What could you say for a domestic breed dog shifter? We were a triad and a half. Werewolf, a domestic breed dog shifter, and a human, all meant to have one happy-go-lucky life, and we did.

“You two are what makes us so special.” I squeezed his arms. “Doesn’t he look like a puppy laying there?”

“I can hear ya’, honey.”

“Then you know where I’d rather have you two.” A hard pinch to my ass had me yelping and it drew a deep, rich chuckle from Jamal. “Oh, hush you. And you, Daniel, stop that.”

“What? You started the playing with that comment.”

“Wasn’t a comment that required me being pinched.”

“Then,” Jamal was up, across the room and swooped me into his arms. “time to take you to our bed and ravish you the rest of the day.”

“Sounds like the perfect plan, Jamal.”

I giggled, in a very unmanly way, grinning up at him loving how he was able to handle my body weight even though he wasn’t that strong-looking. I’d told him over and over not to lift me, but he ignored me like they did on so many things when it came to making me happy.

“he’s doing it again, Jamal.”

“I know, but we will give him something much more entertaining to think on, won’t we, Daniel.”

“You two always do, babe.” I ran the tip of my finger over the outer edge of his face. “I love you both.”

Free Write Scene

Premier Club the words shined like a beacon of welcome, warmth, and fun when it brought death to all like him who stepped within ten feet of its door. So, why did he stand on the outskirts of its building like a fool?

Because Eaphel begged him to join him in the Raid on the Vampire/Coven Den with a Kill Order against them. What the group of Mixed Breeds, who found it safe and respectful enough of themselves to register their Mixed Breed status, done to receive a Kill Order was beyond him. Even most Mixed Breed groups didn’t receive them. He knew it was common for Mixed Breeds to receive so many marks against them they were forced to disperse and live without a group, the worst sentence for his kind. That’s why he never registered his Mixed Breed status. It’s also why when his boss found it out his entire life changed. His boss was kind enough, and held enough sympathy for him, that he gave him the option to quit the Nation Service Guard or he’d report him himself. Easy choice for him. He had had enough time in with the Guard to quit with partial retirement benefits and work part-time to finish filling in for money. It’d been easy enough to find a security job and his life partner kept bringing him side jobs like these, which brought him more than enough money to keep him sitting pretty.

“See you beat us here, baby.” Eaphel leaned over his back, kissing the base of the back of his neck, right over his Life Partner Mark, which he’d placed there some twenty years earlier when they’d barely been old enough to enter the Nations Service Guard.

“Yeah, babe.” A shiver ran down his spine but he shoved it to the back of his mind as he forced himself into work mode. “How many do we have with us and how many will be inside?”

Eaphel swept his hand behind him, revealing about twenty guys in solid black uniforms stating their elite status.

“Man, babe, these people are major players.” Elite status, and that many in one location for one Den with a Kill Order meant these people were presumed extremely dangerous. “What did these people do? “What did these people do?”

“Classified, Kalen.” He squared his shoulder, sighing so hard his shoulders lifted and fell, letting him know how sorry he was that he had to say that one word to him.

Kalen wished he didn’t have to hear them, but he did and each time they passed Eaphael’s lips while they worked together tore his heart out and reminded him why he worked so hard to hide his Mixed Breed status, even from his life partner.

“Alright. Let’s get this Raid a going.” 

He faced the building again, taking in the silvery shim covering the entire large enclosure. Kalen wished he could warn Eaphel and the others about the Death Ending Ward around the enclosure but as far as the ones around him he was one hundred percent Vampire. It had to stay that way.

“You know anything else about this place from your dosie?”

“Only that we have to go in carefully because all our scouts never made it past the front door.”

Never made it near the front door is more like it. The Death Ending Spell kept anyone with deadly intent or without Vampire or Witch blood out by one of two methods. Death or Paralization. That was why, he had to find a way to get himself placed by himself high above and out of sight. He could bring down the Death Ending Ward, but not where anyone could see him do so.

“You want me where?”

“Thought you might take Hangry and go high and cover my men from afar.” Was he grinning at me? He didn’t grin when he was on a mission. He was in full-out blank mode. What was going on? “You did bring Hangry with you, right?”

“You know I never leave the house without Hangry when I’m on a mission.” He didn’t. Hangry, his lucky rifle was always broken down and at his side when he left the house to go to work, even on the security job. A side effect of being the top-ranked marksman in the world.

“Then pick you high spot and get in place, Kalen. You’ve got five minutes before we move out.”

Weekly Free Write Scene

He stood in front of the mirror trying to lift his head, failing. He’d not seen his reflection in over forty years and never would again so why look somewhere that should hold it? His partner had been gracious when he came home with twin pin prick in the crook of his neck and blood trailing from his lips down to his chin. Tears had stained his cheeks from hours of horrified crying while hiding curled up in the backseat of his car waiting for the monster who grabbed him as he exited the office building to return.

He could hear the guy’s deep, curt voice as he said, “You stole what belonged to me. You will give it back in forty years.”

The meaning behind the threat wasn’t clear and haunted him each morning he woke up, that one more than any other. It’d been forty years since searing pain shot across his shoulder as his blood left his body and he became a useless form in the stranger’s arms, leaving him thirsty like he’d never been since his Mom birth him. Too bad it wasn’t for water. The stranger supplied what he longed for and would have killed for, even was kind enough to give him a number of whom to contact so he could get his own supply of . . . 

Blood. It’s what he’d been reduced to function off of daily. Who knew the rich, red elixir that ran through his veins when he was alive would be what kept him alive once he ceased to function as a typical human? And turned out that’s what had happened to him, but he’d not discovered that from the one who turned him. Nope. The contact for the blood was the only piece of information the bastard provided about his new life. He abandoned him to learn all about what he’d been turned into by himself. The one thankful thing about the night was, that he’d not been left to go home in a raving hungry state.

“Quit worrying, so much. It will be any other day, honey.” Saint’s warmth zeroed in around his back. “I have told you we would face whatever came today together.”

He didn’t want them to. He didn’t want Saint to be around him when the stranger reappeared. The guy didn’t need to get the idea in his head to strike out at him through his lover. It would rip him apart if the stranger harmed Saint. It’s why he’d broken his one promise to Saint and lied to him.

He’d swore to Saint they’d spend the entire day together while they waited for anything to arise, but he had plans of his own.

He tugged the tail of his shirt down, hoping he got any wrinkles out of it then gave Saint a kiss on the cheek. “I’m going to run out and get us some breakfast and coffee from Alvin’s.” Knew he’d be unable to resist Alvin’s they fixed his favorite Ice Chai Pumpkin Spice Latte.

“You are still after my heart after all these years.” He shot me his mega-watt smile, kissing me deeply before handing me the keys to his Jeep. “Take Betsy. It’ll be faster. I’ll call the order in.”

“Not necessary. I’ll ride the bike. Want the exercise.”

“Yeah right. You think you can sneak away from me. Won’t be happening, honey.” A hard slap against his shoulder reminded him of how long the two of them had lived together. “Remember, we were best friends way before we were partners, honey. I know how your mind works.” He wrapped his arms around him. “And I won’t give you up. For any reason. What happens to you, happens to me. We are in this for life. It’s what we promised each other and it’s what I will hold you to. Now, let’s go get me my coffee. You got me wanting it. We go together though.”

Free Write Scene

 

Punch after punch a guy threw, sending vampires every which way as his knives sliced through the air with each kick he delivered, creating falling dust. He jumped and leapt out of the way, spinning this way and that way, dodging hits with such grace he looked like a preprogrammed robot. Otto never saw anything like it, nor had he ever been in a building that rained thick, hot blood before, which had him curling up like some coward in the corner of the large run-down dance room of an abandoned hotel room at some rave his ex-lover told him about.

What had he been thinking going somewhere Elias told him about? The man was so irresistible. Trouble with a capital T and could do nothing right. Why had he broken his six-month streak of remaining inside and away from people on the weekends?

Oh, right. He wanted companionship. He thought he might find someone. He’d found right the opposite. A world like nothing else.

“Sir, sir, are you okay?” A squeaky voice asked.

Otto looked up into the most dazzling pair of round, hazel eyes and lips that were beyond kissable. He bet they were soft and tender. He knew they had to be perfect to nipple on.

“Uh, thanks for the compliment. Can I take that as you are well enough to stand?”

“Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, but I sort of like hearing my atractableness.” The mystery guy held his hand out. “Let me help you up. “What are you doing in a place like this?”

Monday's Photo Opening Line

 Hi,

Hope all are having a great month. And enjoying the photo line openings. Here is the start of the weeks.

The photo credited goes to: Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/kellepics-4893063/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2701633">Stefan Keller</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2701633">Pixabay</a>

Photo Opening Line:

More beautiful than I thought. Only saw it from the towers of the castle. The red stripes of the balloon were much brighter and larger than I imagined. How it managed to take us to the next galaxy I'll never know.

Let me know what you came up with. 

Let your imagination soar.

Julia

Photo Opening Line

Credit Photo To: Image by <a href="https://pixabay.com/users/black-talon-4057736/?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2712800">Phillip Black</a> from <a href="https://pixabay.com//?utm_source=link-attribution&amp;utm_medium=referral&amp;utm_campaign=image&amp;utm_content=2712800">Pixabay</a>

Opening Line: Rachel finally caught the most powerful demon left on Earth. He'd torment Earth for over two centuries and hunters better than her had him in their grasp multiple times and he always escaped them. Not her, though. She had him chained by the skeletons he created and his own swords of fire. The two items together that would hold him in place for eternity.

Okay, more than an opening line, but my fingers got to flying for this photo. Hope you enjoy the little scene.

Let me know what you would come up with.

Let your imagination fly.

Julia
 

Story Opening Line

 Hi,

Today I've taken the below photo from https://pixabay.com/photos/fantasy-amazone-light-being-veil-3281710/  and written an opening line of a story based off of it. 

Hope you enjoy what I come up with and encourage you to take the time and come up with your own opening line or any line based off the photo below. Would love to see how your imagination soars. 

Swirls of bluish lights mingled in among Hera's dull dark, greenish-graying swash of cloth as she balanced herself on the semi-dragon shaped ether she conjured. 

Three is my opening line idea. Unsure how well it might fit with what anyone else might see from this photo, but it's what came to my mind. Let me know what you see in the photo. Or your own opening line.

Have a great couple of days. 

Julia

No New Story Starting

 Hi,

Just finished a story the other day and usually I would take a few weeks off before starting another one, but with NaNoWrMo only a little under two months away, I'm going to do some fill in post until after NaNoWrMo is over with. So until December I will be making post about photos I like, or writing openings line based off of a phot, or something along that line. It will be a shift from my normal blog post, but I will be working on book 3 of Hell's Kingdom during NaNo and want to have my full attention on it.

Hope you guys will stick with me until this little break time is over with. I still hope to make it interesting and fun for you.

Remember,

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

An Entourage of Love Chapter 23

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Chapter 23

Bobby wasn’t sure what woke him up, but something did. He let his senses spread out and nothing stood out as wrong or out of place, unless once called a hot, sexy man laying beside him. And it wasn’t Tommy. Right the opposite. Strong, bold face. Broad bare shoulders with white cotton sheets resting right above his bare chest, that beckoned to be kissed. He leaned up and pressed his lips to James’  and let his hands slid down and over his abs until he can run his finger around the edge of his boxers. James’ mouth responded as he hoped. Opened and slipped his tongue deep inside, running it around each corner of his mouth. Normally, he would have objected to another taking so much control of a kiss, but it felt . . . Natural. Right.

My love, I love this . .  It was as right as hearing him in his head. How wrong was that? Was t? And I do. More than I know how to say, but what did I do to cause this?

How did he answer that? Man was sex on a stick. It was more than that, though. But . . . You looked so damn sexy sleeping. Sorry. I sort of lost control of myself. 

Not a complete lie. He had, but he wasn’t sure why. His wolf, Cal, was mated to Tommy and his wolf Stay, even if what they’d discovered unnerved them and put space between them. Was that space what had opened up the attraction he felt towards James? Or was it what had allowed him to be able to feel what he truly felt inside his own self since before he met Tommy. When him and James had been doing their time pinned to the Pack Grounds thanks to their wolf battle over some puney human he’d felt something towards him, but he’d not paid it no attention.

My love you can touch me anytime and anywhere you want to. 

Bobby gasped when James’ hands gripped his waist and yanked him closer to him, which had Bobby slipping his fingers under the edge of James’ boxers. Bobby had just gripped James’ plump cock when both of their phones rang. Bobby’s unsure which one of them groaned the loudest, but none of the three noises drowned out the doorbell going off.

“Damn it.”

Bobby snorted at James’ huff as he trailed his figners up the flat surface of his stomach. “You get yours, I’ll mine and the door.” He rolled off the bed, mentally cursing the interruption as he picked up his phone with one hand and jerked his jean on one-handed.

“Bill you alright, man?”

“I’m fine. Mainly brusies and minor cuts, but the doctor Tyler took me to said I was fine to travel so I’m on something called a plane.  Tyler want tell me where I’m going and I’m scared.”

Course he was. Evreything was new to him. He’d lived among the woods in wolf form his entire life. Man hadn’t even had a name until a few weeks ago. It was his place to teach him all this, not a lawyers who basically worked for him.

“I know, Bill. Just trust Tyler won’t let anything happen to you. He’s a great guy. Just bringing him to the town I’m staying. This way those people can’t hurt you and I can start to teach you  what you should have learned a long time ago.” Even though it seemed like they’d both be learning at the same time, since Daddy Simon and everything he was given taught him the wrong shit. “Did Tyler tell you what time you would be arriving?”

“Six.”

Not much longer then. “Good.”

“I know you are going to teach me, but I need to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Are you alone?”

“I’m in a hallway.”

“That’s close enough. I need to know why my wolf feels like it’s got to be as close to Tyler as possible.”

Oh . . . Boy . . . Great. Just what he needed. Tyler would now and understand the entire situation at hand. “Put Tyler on the phone, please.”

“Sir?”

“Are you two mates?”

“Yes. I’m afraid to tell him. I was not sure if he eve knew what it was he felt.”

How did you explain such to someone? Daddy Simon didn’t verbally explain it to him. Nope. He told him what to read and left him to his own devices. He would not do that to . . . “Do you want me to tell him, or do you want to when he gets here?”

“I can tell him if that’s alright with you.”

“It’s fine, but I trust you to tell him the truth and not to force anything on him. Give him the phone back.” Bobby pulled the front door open and took the package and walked back to the bedroom, forcing a smile at Tommy as he stuck his head out.

“Bill, Tyler is going to answer your question. He will tell you the truth, so listen to him. If you still don’t understand or have further questions ask when you arrive. Have a nice flight.”

“Thanks, Bobby. I’m sorry I’m so much trouble.”

“You are not trouble.” He hung up and went over to the computer, booting it up.

Inherited The Mob Chapter 61

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Chapter 61

The once wedding area was noting but clear ground crowded with people that had been there the other day dressed to the nine to celebrate with him and Tommy. That day there were there to either fight or watch the fights. The anger and despair roaring through him did not bode well for anyone who went up against him.

“Bobby,” David came walking up to him with a short, skinny guy at his heels. “This is Mr. Stake’s lawyer. He needs to see you before we begin.”

Him? Why would he need to see him? Tony had no reason to leave him anything. “Thank you, for showing me to him, Alpha  Kind.” The squeaky voiced man’s dismissal of David put a foul expression on David’s face as he walked back towards the crowded group members. “Here,” he held out an early nineties walkman. “We are not away from ears. Use this audio device.”

He’d only ever seen the device on the television, but it was easy enough to figure out how to use. He hit the play button after slipping the ear buds in. What he heard all but had him dropping the darn thing and his mouth. Only the lawyer’s shake of his head kept him motionless.

“Bobby,” Tony’s voice flowed through the machine and into his ears, “Your mate is safe and alive. The threat to you is real. I am afraid I led it right into your life. Your biological parents, adopted parents, Alpha Kind and the Master is behind it. The goal is to pile so much stress on you that you snap when Mr. Tyler Stone contacts you that you attack him. I have turned all my companies over to you. That gives you full control of thirty states. Base Camp know is Colorado, but I suggest making it North Carolina. Use the Bugs GPS. It’s programmed. Tommy loves you. Hope you take my advice.”

Took all his strength not to track David and Daddy Simon down with his eyes. Why would either of them want to harm him? What had he done to them? Daddy Simon had raised him since the moment dad died? By adopted parents did Tony mean both of them or just Daddy Simon? How had any of them gotten any of this buy him?

The plastic creaking drew his mind back to the clicking of the machine. He took the buds from his ear and wrapped them around the destroyed machine. He held it out to Mr. Stone. “Assume you know how to dispose of this?” He was more than sure he did. There was no way that Tony would have given him enough instruction to bring it to him and not get rid of something that might lead back to him. Tony hadn’t gotten to be the biggest Mobster by being dumb. Man was more than smart.

“Yes, Sir. Will you be keeping the base camp the same?”

Great, hit him with his first Mob filled decision right off the bat.

“No. I will call from the road and let you know.”

“Fine, Sir. I have sold Tommy’s bike like I was supposed too and here are the keys to the other. If you need me call me any time.” He held out a business card.

“Will do. Leave before I make my excuse to leave.” He watched as the guy casually walked back around the house. He gave him time to get into his vehicle and take his leave before he walked up to Alpha Kind and the Master, who had joined him and Daddy Simon at some point and time.

“Alpha Kind, Master, may I have a word with you?” They both looked over at him with a sort of crooked smile and nodded. “I will not be able to fight after all.” Before David could interject he pushed on. “I have to go and run the company that was left to me. Sorry, Master, you will have to find someone else to teach Bill. I must go.” He hated to leave Bill, but until he knew just how deep the deception went . . . He wasn’t taking anyone or anything with him in that Bug.

Alpha Kind threw his hand out to stop him as he spun, but lifted it from his arm when he growl. “Wait a minute. I have a question for the Master.”

“What is it, Alpha Kind?”

“Doesn't he have to have a Group since the new laws was introduced?”

“Not if he is running the Stake Corporation. He automatically becomes a lone wolf per my new rule the other day.”

“Like I said, thanks for all your help.” He glanced over at Daddy Simon and forced a huge smile. “I will contact you with my location as soon as I know where that will be.”

His wide opened mouth was the only rational response his pronouncement got from any of them. Alpha Kind and the Master both wore expression of pure out rage. Their face was all but as red as a blazing fire. Daddy Simon staggered back a couple of steps and his hands came up to his mouth.

“Son, are you . . .”

The rest of his question about me being sure if Tony left the business to him faded away as he headed back around the house. Guess it’d not been in their plan for him to inherit the mob.

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“Alright, Master, we are here.”

Bobby sat down beside Bill and Daddy Simon. He wasn’t sure what to expect. Whatever his biological parents had to say for themselves mattered little to him. Their actions had destroyed his life from his birth. The start of it at least and last day or two. Part of the blame rested with the Master. His barbaric decisions had taken him away from his mate. Cost him his mate. Tore his world in half and taken his heart from him for the rest of his life. His mental plan had been to return to Tommy after he had Bill capable of living own his own. Beg, pleas if he had to, for him to take him back. Give him another shot to make him happy. That chance . . . Vanished. Up in smoke.

“They told me that your Great Uncle told them that one of their twins died at birth and the other was sent to be adopted.” He held out brownish-haggard, ragged edged notebook.  “Here is the journal where he wrote he dropped the pup off in the woods behind the Kent Pack. He wrote he made a deal with a pack member to adopt the other one.” 

Nope. The Master wasn’t insinuated . . . Bobby glanced at Daddy Simon, whose jaw was shut as tight as he’d ever seen them. That said a lot. As a son of the Pack Alpha he’d saw Daddy Simon worked up and pissed off many of times, but never to the point that it looked like his jaw might explode through his cheeks.

“Take it and read it for yourself.”

Bobby took the book and carefully opened the tattered edged notebook. “Where has this been kept?”

“Your parent’s had it in some crates in their basement. Not the best environment for an old Master’s belongings. I’ve confiscated the rest of his stuff and have them being stored properly.”

“How do you know they did not doctor these?”

“I knew your Great Uncle. Master Howard’s handwriting was unique among the Master work. His very personal manner is passed down to each Master so that we know how to know if his work is every brought in front of us. We are each trained to have a personal touch to our Master work. That is how I know this is an authentic journal of his.”

He carefully flipped to the page that a book marker had been placed in. It was dated his birthday.

July 12, 1999

Today my great niece gave birth to a set of monsters, leaving me with the responsibility to save the face of the family name. As much as it tore her heart into shreds I took the babes from her arms and headed into the woods five pack towns away. Kent pack was known for their kindness for strays and I knew that the Alpha there is a sick freak himself. He is secretly mated to a man. Hate having to let shit like that go on, but it’s small compared to species mixing like my sister did. I knew from my informant that the unknown Alpha Mate would be taking his evening walk, making it easy for me to run into him. I made a deal with him to adopt one and told him I would leave the other in a cave deep in his woods. That when they were seventeen he could introduce them.

The journal went on and on about how sickening his sister’s actions was and how lucky she was that he let the monsters she bore live at all. Guess him and Bill was lucky too. What hadn’t been lucky was that his dad had been killed before he was able to introduce them. That he had not talked to his . . . 

“Daddy Simon . . .”

“No, Son. I promise I knew nothing.”

Other words . . . There was no one to punish for the crime committed against Bill or the fact that my marriage was destroyed and the love of his life killed himself because what the current Master ordered him to do.

Warm streaks spilled down over my cheeks as tight arms fell around my shoulders. His own scent engulfed him, but it wasn’t his. Bill was holding him tight. He gave himself a second or two to expel the tears then took a deep breath and sat up taller.

“I’m fine Bill.”

Bill released him and tapped his leg. “I have a question, Bobby?”

“What is it?”

“Do you want me to return to the woods?”

“No!” Bobby took hold of his face and forced him to look him in the eyes. “I want you to know all that you have missed out on. I want you to find the true you and find your mate and have a great life. Starting tomorrow after the Second In Command Fights I will begin showing you what all I know about being a Wolf/Vamp.”

Ruffling of clothes had him looked around the room and spotting the Master standing. Good thing too. Bobby wanted the man gone. He brought nothing but horribleness to his life. Man who was supposed to be the one to take care of the supernatural seemed to be destroying his life.

“I will be leaving. Sorry to have to bring you more troublesome news.”

Bobby stood and followed him to the door. He opened it and shut it behind him. Without another word he walked back over and sat down beside Daddy Simon.

“Where are you staying?”

“I have a room down the hall. The Master won’t let me stay in Tommy’s house. He’s claimed it as his own.” He shook his head. “Once Tony’s lawyer gets here, I’ll decide where I wish to stay.”

Course he’d have to the pick of places to stay. Tony had homes stretched across most of the US and most likely some in other countries. Bobby was sure they all went to Daddy Simon. The two of them had a thing going since his dad died. And now Daddy Simon found himself alone again. So did he. Tommy had taken his Uncle’s life.

He rubbed his hand over his face, cursing the entire thought that Tony and Tommy both was dead. It made no sense. He wasn’t a violet type of guy. He’d never harm a flee. And why would . . .

“Did Tommy really do this, Daddy Simon?”

“I don’t think so.” He leaned his head back against the sofa. “I think the Master is up to something.”

Just what he feared. Why else would he have taken over Tony’s house. He knew it would go to Daddy Simon. He knew the two were mated. He knew Tony would have a will that covered more than one contingency if his life was taken. Right down to who became the leader of the Mob.

Daddy Simon yawned and stood. “I’m going to my room. Get some rest before the fight. Alpha Kind has invited me to them.”

Right. The fights were in a couple of hours. Damn. Another thing for him to focus on when all he wanted to do was mourn his mate. Cal wanted to discover who had murdered his mate. He was sure his mate had not taken Tony’s life or his own.

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The evening was long and tuff. He’d had to explain to Bill what the motorcycle was and why they were going to use it. How to get on it and how to move with him. Then there was explaining the shower to him. The man truly knew nothing about being a human, let along living a life as a supernatural being. Life was going to be challenging for them. Least someone had told him what a bed was for and he’d been excited about being able to sleep on something other than the ground. Eating had been another challenge, or Bobby thought it would be, but Bill told him that Alpha Kind showed him the forks, spooks, and knives. Little had been taught to him, but every bit helped. Guess.

Bobby had just fallen into a comfortable sleep when a stake ripped through his chest. Or so it felt like. He bolted upright in his bed, covering his chest, expecting blood to cover his hand. Then heat so intense that his skin might as well have blistered consumed him, forcing him to throw the covers to the foot of the bed. He laid there gasping for air and withering for an hour then it all faded away, leaving behind a sweaty mess of a man. Initial instinct was to call Tommy, but he knew better. Whatever had happened someone else had to take care of. Tony would never let anything happen to Tony. Daddy Simon promised to take care of him. Between the two Tommy would be tucked safely inside his house, pining for him, but safe.

He got up and took a shower and then meandered around the motel suite until time for him to order them breakfast. A knock at the door about half an hour later had him opening without asking who it was. Needless to say, he took three steps back when he came face to face with the Master, Alpha Kind, Daddy Simon and a strange bald man with round rimmed glasses.

“Tell me what has happened?”

Rude, but there was no reason for all of them to show up so early or at all. Something had gone down and since Daddy Simon was here . . . He wasn’t going to think that. Nope. Tommy was safe and sound tucked away with Tony. That’s why neither of them are here. Whatever had happened had to do with his biological parents and them being pissed at his refusal to speak to them the day before. That’s all it was. Simple.

Bill came out wearing a pair of boxes. “Where are . . . Oh . . .”

“Bill your bags of clothes are at the foot of the little sofa. Take them to your room and stay until we call you back in.”

Soon as the door shut Daddy Simon took his stuff to the other room. “I’ll put this stuff away, you take a seat, Bobby.”

Habit of listening to Daddy Simon was the only reason he took a seat when his wolf told him to scream at them to get on with it.

“Bobby,” The Master said, “About midnight Tommy killed his Mr. Stake and then himself.”

Fuck. That’s what had happened. His connection to his mate had been ended. Why had he not considered it then? No reason to. Tommy was not the kind of person to do such. Kind hearted. Smart. Calm. Good natured. He would not . . .

“You sure?” He looked at Alpha Kind.

Alpha Kind’s nod had Bobby throwing his head back, but stopping a second before he released a howl. He let his head fall forward. Tears fell onto his hands that were clamped in his lap. It was his fault. Nope. He had not been the one that wanted to leave. It had not been his . . . Tony had made the restriction, but he had no way to know that such a twisted situation would arise and force Tommy to make a decision that would split them up. They should never had been placed in such a spot. It should have been simple enough for Bobby to train Bill while he lived in a place by himself after he got the foundation of how to live. It would have only taken a couple of weeks. That would have been manageable, then him and Tommy would have been back together. It was the Master’s fault. He deserved to be tore into. Ripped from his mate? Did he have a mate? Does he know what he had done to him?

“Mr. Timbers,” the bald headed guy lowered his head so he could look me in the eyes, “I’m so sorry for your loss. I knew Tommy well. He was a great man.” The words were more comfort than the man knew. Least he knew that Tommy wasn’t the man that would kill and take his own life. He was more than that. “He left this for you.”

A long white envelope with my name written in the pretty cursive writing that belonged to his mate.

Honey,

These past few weeks was the best of my life, but me and Stay can’t live without you and Cal so I am taking my final journey. Because of Uncle’s promise everything goes to his company, so I have only two things to leave you. One is the picture of our wedding day. Two is your ring. I want you to do me a favor, take the Master’s seat and run the wolf world like it should be. I know I ask the impossible since a Mixed can not challenge the Master, but you would have taken him. I want you to find someone to take care of you. Let Simon know I am sorry I took his partner’s life.

Love always,

Your baby.

He folded the paper and slipped it back into the envelope, pressing it to his chest. He was about to tell the Master to leave when he spotted Daddy Simon lingering by the bedroom door. “Daddy Simon, are you alright?”

He shook his head. “I am. When he caused you two to separate I lost all love I had for him.”

“How are you?”

“I am lost at this moment.”

“I’m afraid the Master has more.”

More? He felt his eyebrow raise and his fist ball up. Lord he wished he could do as Tommy asked. If only Mixed could take the Master’s seat. Cal was eight times stronger than the Master. And someone needed to teach other supernaturals how to not be bigots.

The Master sat up taller and held his head higher as if he pronounced his power it would make his next pronouncement easier to take. Nothing the man said would be of any use to me. Or matter to me.

“As a week ago, I pardoned James Taylor. He is a lone wolf living in this area.”

Wrong. Shocked him. James had caused problem for him and Tommy, but there was no him and Tommy anymore. Guess there was no issue for them to have. And all he cared about was getting on with his life. Helping his brother.

“No problem.”

“Time to bring out Bill so I can explain what your biological family admitted to.”

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Bobby cursed when the limo pulled into a full driveway. Who all was here? He glanced over at Tony, who gave him a shoulder shrug that clearly said none of it was his idea. That he’d known from the moment the man said he’d been ordered to keep his mouth shut. Not that anyone could really order Tony to do anything. If he chose to do so, he thought it best the one that needed to know something found out from a different person. An idea that Bobby despised. Had to be horrible if Tony believed the new twist best revealed from an outsider. More than one from the looks of their driveway.

“Uncle?”

The waver in Tommy’s voice had Bobby tugging him onto his lap. “It will be perfectly fine. Promise.”

“He’s right, nephew.” Tony slid from the limo when his drive opened the door. He held his hand out for Tommy, who shook his head. 

When Tommy refused to take his Uncle’s hand, Tony leaned back in. Bobby gave him a short nod and waited for him to shut the door. Once they were enclosed inside he snuggled his nose against Tommy’s neck, licking the side of it.

“Do you trust me?” 

“With my entire world.”

“Then you know I’m not going to let anything happen. Right?”

“Yes, but . . . You don’t know what awaits you inside. Tony does and if he . . . He never keeps me in the dark. Why now?”

“Baby, he does not want to be the one to tell me whatever lies ahead of me. Whatever it is . . . I’m sure it’s not going to be to my liking. He believes it would be best if he did not deliver that message.”

Tommy leaned back and stared him in the eyes. He could see his words sinking into Tommy’s mind. Once he had worked out the meaning, he gave a small nod and tapped the window. The door opened and Tony held his hand out.

“Ready?”

“Guess so.” Tommy took his hand and slid off his lap.

Bobby climbed out behind him. He cursed each step they took to the door.  He expected the hallway to have a feel of dread, but nothing but a scent of cinnamon bread greeted him. Daddy Simon had been baking. Comfort food. His favorite. Daddy Simon pulled out his homemade cinnamon bread receipe when he knew his son had a rough day. Leave it to his Daddy Simon to find a way to warn him. Or had he done it to ease him from having to leave his honeymoon. That was it more likely. He knew a werewolf would despise having their private time with their new mate interrupted.

“They are in the living room.” Daddy Simon said as he exited the kitchen.

Course they were. Where else would people gather to deliver news. Tony and Daddy Simon entered before them, moving to the right of the door. Bobby followed them in, ensuring that Tommy remained behind him. No way would his mate walk into a room that held unknown situation, even if his Uncle, the biggest mobster in America had already entered the room on his own. Bobby’s wolf would have came charing forward if he’d allowed such foolishness.

He might should have had him entered beside him, because soon as he took in the room he froze, making Tommy run into his back, all but knocking him to the floor. He stumbled three steps before he caught himself. His eyes never left the newest face, yet not new. He saw it ever day in his life.

“How . . . What . . . Where . . . Fuck me! What the hell is going on!”

Tommy came up to his side, but he grabbed him and all but threw him to Tony, who caught him and put him behind him, right where Bobby wanted him to remain. His wolf snarled and bared teeth at the entire room of people. Cal did not care one bit that he challenged the Master, Alpha David, Thomas, Lucy and the guy who looked identical to him.

“Down, wolf.” The Master’s stern tone only had me turning to face Tony, Daddy Simon and Tommy.

“Mate, go to our room.”

Tommy slipped between the wall and Tony and all but ran from the room. Bobby followed behind him. He’d made it halfway down the hall when the Master yelled for him to stop.

Bobby reached out and snagged the back of Tommy’s shirt, bringing him to a halt. He kept him still as he spun to face the Master. He locked eyes with the Master, a fact that no wolf should dare do, but he could care less what was protocol. The bastard was in his house.

“Tell me what out of the situation has your wolf upset the most.”

Lots. Where to start. “What would you do if you were summoned home from your honeymoon to find the one who stalked you and your mate sitting in human form in your house sitting like he’d never done a single thing wrong. How would you feel? Then there is the fact that he looks exactly like me.”

Bobby was unsure if the Master could make out the last part of his response. He tried his damnedest to keep his wolf back, which meant his teeth were clinched shut the entire time he spoke.

“Bill was a stranded wolf. He had never been out of wolf form until I called his human form forward after you left for your trip.” Trip? Screw him. It was more than any simple trip. It was his honeymoon. He knew that. “He didn’t have a name. He didn’t know why he had fangs. All he knew were they hurt when they came out. He was not trying to hurt you. He wanted to know why you smelled like him.”

Smelled . . . “Hold up.” Bobby threw his hands into the air. “He says I smell like him?”

The Master nodded.

“What exactly did you want us to come home for?”

“I want you to see if he smells like you without your biological parents finding out and my Dr. Is going to check if you two are related.”

Without my biological parents knowing? Then why were they sitting out there? Bill would have already smelled them. He’d taken note of my scent. No way he missed theirs. What had kept him from asking them?

“Why has he not asked them?”

“Me.”

“Why are they here in the first place if you wanted this done without their knowledge?”

“Are you willing to do this for me?”

“You are not going to answer me?”

“Bobby, I asked you a question.” 

The Master’s tone held power behind it and put a ripple over him that had him squaring his shoulders as he tried to refuse to do as told. Something inside told him he could get by without listening to the Master, but him and Cal wanted to know the truth about the guy who’d named himself Bill.

He looked over at Tommy and nodded towards the closest door. Tommy made his way to it and opened the door. He stood in the doorway and crossed his arms. Bobby mocked his stance and nailed the Master with what he hoped was the sternest look possible.

“If you want this done . . . It will be done away from my biological parents.” He wasn’t sure what was going on, but if Bill smelled like him then they were related in some manner. Closely too, which meant Thomas and Lucy had known more than they told him when he spoke to them the other day.

“Fine, lead me to the room and I will bring in Bill and the Doctor.”

“That room there.” He pointed to the room that Tommy stood in front of. 

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Bobby and Tommy had just curled up on the sofa in the hotel they were staying in until they bought the furniture for the home they bought a couple of hours ago. The Realtor told them of a small family owned furniture shop that stocked all kinds of top grade furniture and branded themselves on same day delivery. They’d been tired from the flight and looking at ten mansion style houses before him and Tommy both told the nice Realtor that they wanted something a bit smaller. Large was nice and all, but she was showing them homes with seven and ten bedrooms. There was no way they needed a house that big when they would only travel there for vacation time.

“That was intense.” Tommy covered his mouth with his hand. “Want me to order some room service?”

Before he could answer the deep rich commanding voice filled the room ordering someone to answer it. It was the ring tone Bobby assigned to David so that he knew to answer no matter when it came through. He hated to hear such a ring tone, but he knew of no other way to know when the Alpha called him.

“What is he calling us for?”

“Not sure, baby.” Bobby reached into his back pocket and tugged his phone free. He answered, putting it on speaker. “Hello, Sir. I have you on speaker, is that okay?”

“Uh . . . I see no reason why it would be bothersome to him. Might be to both of you. I hate having to make this call.”

Damn. Bobby hated hearing those words. He wanted nothing to destroy his honeymoon time. Tommy deserved a break from disastrous moments interrupting special moments. Maybe he should take it off of speaker. Would it keep less stress off of Tommy? No. He’d still worry and be upset about being in the dark. That would only tick him off, even if he said he understood. Tony kept him out of the loop on lots, which Tommy had told him pissed him off. Not that Bobby blamed Tony. Tommy had no fortitude for the life of a mobster. He might like to think he could stand up and take a life if the situation arose, but he’d back down when it came right to it. His heart was jsut to big. His baby, couldn’t even stand to kill an ant. Oh, he’d get angry and express himself in a very verbal manner and might even fight it out, but there’d be no major harm done. Purposely at least.

“Do you wish to take me off speaker, Bobby?”

“No, Sir.” Bobby tugged Tommy under his arm. “Is there a problem we should be aware of? Is Daddy Simon and Tony okay?”

“They are both fine. Kind of ticked about this call, but I was not pleased about being ordered to make it either.”

Ordered? Shit. That meant the Master had gotten involved. He knew they’d called him in to assist with the intruding wolf, which meant . . .

“I’m afraid the Master has requested that once you find yoru house that you return.”

Tommy stiffened and slumped beside him at the same time. He could feel Stay’s displeasure in having his honeymoon cut short. It was their right to spend a week alone and away from the pack. Or group in their case. Even Cal was ticked about having their time cut short.

“Sir, it is within our right to take a week for each type of marriage.”

“It is. And you will have your time. Just after the issue is resolved.”

“How long will that take?”

“Unsure at this time.”

“What has taken place?”

“He has changed the wolf.”

“Who is he?”

“That is why you must return. The Master has requested you, your biological parents and the newly turned human meet with him. That is all I will tell you on the phone. Can you give me an ETA of when you will search for your house?”

Biological parents? What do they have to do with the situation? Knew getting them involved was wrong. Should have told David to keep them away from me. If they had never came into his life, he would be spending the next two weeks right where him and Tommy wanted. Alone.

“Bobby?”

“We have done found our home. We were going to furnish it tomorrow.”

“I will have the plane ready to bring you home in an hour.”

Great. Not even enough time to make love to Tommy before leaving. Sucked ass. “We will be there, Sir.”

“Once again, I am sorry and it will be made up to you both.”

The line went silent as Tommy buried his head into Bobby’s shoulder. Bobby wrapped his arms around him, holding him while he sniffled and muttered about it not being fair. For once, it sucked to be him. He wanted to say something to ease his mate, but he had no words. Nothing would do such. Telling him they’d be back soon as thing were resolved gave little to no ease. Having the honeymoon planned right after the wedding gave an excitement buildup and having it stripped away left  hole among a person’s life. Sounded strange since they’d be coming back for the week and then moving onto Aspen, but it was the point of it all. Their plan had been ripped apart.

As much as he hated it, Bobby tapped Tommy’s back and said, “Get our luggage ready to go. I’ll check us out of the room and call us a cab.”

“I hate thinking about our new home sitting there empty.”

He did to, but least no one would steal anything they didn’t get unpacked before they had to leave. He doubted they had to worry about robbery in their fully gated community. There were videos on every corner and every half of mile. Place was very secure. He’d kept that in mind when he made his decision. He knew Tony would want that. If it did not exist, he’d make sure it was put in place. If he thought of it during the purchase Tony would know how well he’d take care of his mate.

He’d used his hotel phone to dial the main desk and get them checked out while Tommy repacked their suitcases.