Lies Don't Matter Chapter 17 Part 3

Lies Don’t Matter

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Julia Matthews

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Crap. There had to be . . . “There’s others weaker than him, right?” Had to be. There was no way I could stash father among a shaking, cowering, sweat soaked Mr. Davis. Father wouldn’t physically eat Mr. Davis, but he might force his human side into a comatose state. Fact had accidently causes a new member of his own den down that path after the two were introduced. Needless to say that dragon had been relocated to a lesser den, allowing him to live among dragons like himself.

“Whose above him?”

Charlie keyed his password into the computer and opened the Logan Den’s register. “Cupcake. Think he might be okay among Cupcake?”

Cupcake was more like a woman than a male dragon. Wasn’t sure how him, or Mr. Davis managed to stay in such a dominat den. They did, which states lots about how Charlie ran the Logan Den. Good things. All the way around. Another reason that made it hard for me to understand how Charlie overlooked the shit with Rex.

“That’ll be perfect. Make the call while I go check on Cree.”

“You going to start the second phase before he arrives?”

“Can’t. Have to make the announcement first.”

“Guess I’m a bit more scattered than I though.” Charlie tapped the folder he’d been fiddling with. “New facts opened my eyes to what I missed. The Highness is going to chew me up and spit me out for my stupidity.”

“Nah.” Father wouldn’t. Charlie was a main guard, meaning any punishment Charlie desergved would come from me. Far as I could tell the man was beating himself up enough. Everyone, even dragons, over look things among their friends and family.

“Let it go. Deal with calling Cupcake and inform him of his houseguest.” I shook my head. ‘Why does he go by Cupcake instead of his real name?”

Charlie shook his head and said, “I can’t say.”

“Whatever. Just make sure he has a room ready for father and let me know the moment he announces his arrival.”

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 17 Part 2

Lies Don’t Matter

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Julia Matthews

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I listened until Charlie’s body gave way and he flopped into his black leather desk chair. His head banged against the mahogany wood desk for a couple of minutes then he sat up. No sign of the earlier outburst. His expressionless face was back in place. Only another leader would know that the anger was pushed to the back of his mind. Not forgotten, just back enough that Charlie would stew over his anguish while plunging forward with the task at hand. Preparing for my father, the leader of all dragons.

If he was ready to get started then I was to. “Did father give you any idea how he was going to handle being around me?”

Charlie huffed. “Do you think he did?”

Course not. The man was famous for letting the lower ranked people make all the arrangements for him.

“I was thinking it would be best to put him in the hotel in the next town.”

Yeah right. Father would have a shit fit. There was no way he’d stay so far from the den. “Won’t work.”

“Why? It’ll keep him away from you and Cree.”

“Yes, but can you imagine the ice he would snort when you told him it was twenty minutes from your den.”

“So.” Charlie opened the folder and picked up a sheet of paper.

“If he was needed in a hurry, he’d have to fly here.”

“Shit.” Charlie shifted through a few more sheets of paper. “I can’t believe this.”

Was sure that Charlie wasn’t referring to a lack of wisdom when it came to father’s future location. Something in those papers had put fire in Charlie’s normally dark eyes. Whatever he’d found had brought him back to background problem. From the little snorts of ice shooting from Charlie’s nose it was time I step in and took some stress off of him.

“You deal with whatever has your dragon snorting and puffing before father gets here. I’ll figure out where to stash father.”

I pulled my phone out and hunted the phone number for the hotel five minutes from the den. Course there was no vacancies, which meant resorting to the least acceptable choice, placing father int eh home of the weakest dragon among the Logan Den. I had no idea who it was, or how close he lived. I quickly made my way over to Charlie’s desk and cut the computer on.

“What are you doing?” Charlie knocked my hand away.

“Locating your weakest dragon’s address.”

“Why?”

“For father.”

“Hell no.” Charlie snatched the laptop from in front of me. “Your father would eat Mr. Davis alive.”

Marked Ones Anthony and Larry

MARKED ONES

ANTHONY AND LARRY

BY JULIA MATTHEWS

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Larry’s father ran his life since before he was born. He’d never had a typical life thanks to his father’s political life. All Larry knew was that he was to ensure his father’s life never became tainted by his actions. One mistake would keep his father from retaining the highest position among the U.S. Being the son of the President of the Untied States sucked. After watching three Secret Service men die and being taken, blindfolded, and held captive his mindset changed. He knew he had to do something to keep himself from falling into a deep PTSD filled life. What he got was more than Larry dreamed possible.

Anthony never wanted to be a Royal Leader, even though he was born with Bombardian royal blood. Him being in deep love with a man he would have to give up when, and if, he found his Keeper, the man that calmed his beast side, or his Protector, the woman that calmed his beast side. Or most likely would. That wasn’t the case though, because he had neither and hoped to never find one of them. Anthony was on the verge of bringing the love of his life to live with him as he adjusted to the seat of power he’d been born for. Or so he thought.

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 17 Part 1

Lies Don’t Matter

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Julia Matthews

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Chapter 17

Hop

How could someone who worked years in the FBI overlook such? Charlie’s blazing red eyes told me he was thinking the same way as Cree. Agent Carter, and maybe Mrs. Stone, had an ulterior motive. What though?

“Uh . . . Hop?”

“What, baby?” I didn’t want Cree worrying over anything else. She’d been landed with a shit load over the last couple of days. When my father arrived, there would be more.

Cree leaned his head back, rubbing his temple. “Can I have more Aspin?”

“Sure. Charlie?”

“On it.” Charlie rushed out of the room.

“Baby,” I kissed his fingers as they massaged his forehead. “I think it might help if you got some rest.”

“More . . . ugh!”

“Afraid so.”

“Here you go.” Charlie laid two tablets in his hand and pointed towards the door. “Rest is what you need. Go to your and Hop’s room. Get some sleep.”

Cree’s lack of argument bothered me. I’d expected the events to catch up with him, but still figured he’d rebel against being tucked away. Charlie disliked it to, if his tight creased forehead was any indication.

Charlie didn’t show emotions, except when it came to Cree, even then it was rare. When he did it was so pronounced that everyone stayed away. Charlie’s normal reaction when Cree was upset was to loud ranting and snapping orders. When you added in the deceptions from Rex . . . a more extreme reaction was more than possible.

“Will you be joining me?” Cree stood and stretched his arms towards the ceiling, revealing a bit of tan skin. Skin I’d love to tickle with my tongue as I licked every inch of his strong body. “Hop?”

Cree’s little chuckle was sexy as hell. Man knew what he did to me and when he had me hooked. Not that Cree had been aiming to give me a boner. Don’t think at least. He might have. Who knew. He did though and he could take care of it soon.

“In a few minutes.” I patted his ass, nodding towards the door. “Go rest.” I waited until Cree was down the hallway before I addressed Charlie. “You going to be okay?”

“With what?”

“Don’t play coy with me.”

“I’m not.” Charlie went to the file cabinet and pulled open the bottom drawer, extracted a bottle of Jack Daniels and took a huge swig.

“Best rant before father shows up.” I knew Charlie’s plate would be more than full with two dominant dragons in one location. Not to mention, Cree and my bonding process still be in the first stage, which would make my dragon more agitated than being around father would. Father wasn’t a threat to Cree, but my dragon would only see another available male in the vicinity of its woman, who still had the option to deny it. At least until the second phase took place.

“How did I miss what Rex was up to?” Charlie dropped the file a light brown folder on his desk. “I grew up with the man. I always knew when he was getting into trouble. We confided in each other about every little thing. Hell, I mean I even left Hexton for him. Didn’t get pissed when he ran off to China. Worse of all, he let his lie fall onto my child. He might not be my blood, but he’s mine.” I winched when Charlie slammed his open palm into his chest, sending a loud clap around the room. “There wasn’t an event in Cree’s life I wasn’t there for from the moment he returned to den. I forgave him for depriving me of the first two years of Cree’s life. He had no right to bring a shit storm to my Godson. He should’ve told me. I would have been prepared to help.”

Lies Don't Matter Chapter 16 Part 2

Lies Don’t Matter

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Julia Matthews

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“He did. Wasn’t done lightly. He kept an eye on the family for two months. When they never spoke of what happened he decided to let them live their lives.”

“Over the years,” Godfather took up the story when Hop took a sip of water. “The family moved around settling in different areas. The story was passed down to each generations.” He crossed his ankles. “Eventually, the family took residence in several areas across China.”

“That’s where the fable began, isn’t it?”

Hop nodded at me. “During their travel to China, one of the Dray family married a Magic Wielding human. When the woman heard the fable her husband told their daughter she cast a spell warding off dragons. Each generation the spell had to be recast. That’s where the problem arose.”

How would that be a problem? It wasn’t a story a family would fail to pass down. Nope. Each generation would ensure that the spell was cast properly. Wouldn’t they?

“Over the years,” Godfather rolled his eyes, an action he did when he couldn’t believe someone overlooked an important part.” The Magic Wielding bloodline faded.”

Ah. “Fuck.” I winched when Godfather scowled at me “Sorry, Godfather.” Cussing wasn’t forbidden, but he had two no-no words for her.

“Here’s the part that Mrs. Stone views different than the dragons.”

Hop’s statement had me leaning forward and propping my elbows on my knees. I didn’t  know when or why, but I’d become engrossed in the story. It was my family history, on both sides, but what had her attention the most was discovering why dad took me to China when I officially began dating Hop. Clearly, he didn’t want me to know my heritage, or he would have told me about his dargon. Plus, when he took me to the museum in China he didn’t harp on me about diverting my attention to other areas that interested me more. And my dad was like a pesky fly when he wanted you to remember something. He spent a month ensuring I knew how to contact Godfather if the law raided our house, which came in handy.

“The Fire-Breathing Fable the Dray family line believes in states that if the spell was not recast and a Dray family member bore a son by a dragon then he would bring the end to all Magic Wielders. If a daughter was born, she would draw the attention of a powerful dragon increasing the Dragon and Magic Wielding bloodline. Other words, a child between a Dray family member and a dragon would bring total destruction to all humans.”

Not sure what I looked like, or did, but Godfather slipped his arms around me. “Cree, you okay?”

How to answer that? Hop just told me that Raquel and Agent Carter believed I would . . . wow! They thought I’d bring the apocalypse to life. Not that it was possible. Any longer. I put an end to that theory the day I went through my transformation. Still, it goaded at me that my biological mother truly believed that I would . . . Shit. What . . .

“Wh - - What do you believe we would have brought to life?”

Hop grasped my chin and lifted it until we were eye-to-eye. “If you had not changed to a man, a child of ours would have been like any other child from a dragon and a human. He or she would have either had a dragon, or been human. He, or she, would have been loved by all. He, or she, would have gained leadership of all dragons, just like I will.”

Okay. That eased the little ants crawling over my arms and legs. Least the dragons would not have believed a child of mine would have destroyed the world. Raquel on the other hand . . . she would have gone as far as to abort me if she’d know what dad was. What would have she and Agent Carter done to a child of mine. Kill it? Then again . . . Which story was right? Hop had his version. Raquel had her own. Like most thing where two endings existed one had to be right and the other wrong. Who was to say Hop was right? Did he . . .

“You got proof?”

“Don’t need any.” Hop shrugged. “Magic Wielders can’t affect a dragon. Not even to ward us off from a specific person.”

That meant . . .Did she . . . What Hop said . . . She didn’t doubt him, but what Raquel said kept rushing through my mind. Not to mention the death glare Agent Carter gave me. People didn’t give such looks unless . . . A man like Agent Carter did not give those looks because he had to deliver a legend to his great-niece. Nope. There was something else there. He had other plans for me. What though? Not like I could bare a child anymore. The myth ended the moment I completed the sex change.

“Do you . . . Agent Carter spent five years trying to take the Logan House down without knowing who I was?”

Hop glanced at Godfather and both of them sighed. Not a good response.