I sigh, giving in to the urge and rolling my neck to ease some tension. Ruby should be here soon to take care of Sarah while I finish up business.
Soon, the agents will lug Dan and anyone else out to be taken down to the station on false charges.
They’re false agents to begin with, hired by myself. Luckily, I have a few high-ranking FBI agents in my pocket, which is the only thing that made this night possible.
They’ll bring Dan down to the station on suspicion of smuggling drugs. They will release him by tomorrow morning when they don’t find anything.
Dan will insist the FBI agents responsible be fired, and considering no real agents were involved, the fake ones will be easily let go of. False paperwork will be filed, and Dan will be satisfied. Or as satisfied as you can be when your dinner party is interrupted by your front door getting kicked in.
“How old are you, shortcake?”
“Five,” she chirps.
“I’ll try to find your mommy and daddy, okay? If I can’t, I’ll make sure you’re safe.”
She nods her little head, her brown eyes now latched back onto me.
“Then will you be my daddy?”
Fuck. Can’t say I’ve ever been asked that one before. I force a smile. Adoption isn’t out of the question, but that’s something I’ll have to consult with Addie first. She’d be her mommy, after all.
Before I can answer, Ruby is sneaking up to take Sarah off to a safe place. Ruby stays silent, understanding how dire the situation is. When she approaches the small child gripping onto my hand, she whispers to her quietly, urging her to come with her so she can make sure she’s safe. Sarah hesitates.
“You can trust her,” I say softly. Sarah looks up at me with massive brown eyes and fuck, I’m a puddle of ice cream.
“Will I see you again?”
Swallowing, I nod, incapable of giving a verbal answer. Sarah is satisfied though and allows Ruby to lead her off into the night.
Before they completely disappear around another house, Sarah turns her head and gives me one last look.
I’m a goner.
Just as they round the corner, an FBI agent comes up behind me and grabs my arm roughly.
“Thought you could sneak away?”
I laugh quietly, even as he jerks both my arms behind my back and slaps handcuffs on them.
Roughly, he leads me up back towards the front of the mansion, where Dan is still loud-mouthing the agents and demanding his lawyer.
“Got a runner,” the agent attached to me calls out. Dan pauses mid-tirade to look over at us. I can’t be sure from this distance, but it almost appears as if Dan's face goes lax with relief for just a moment.
“He has nothing to do with anything,” Dan says, his face tightening once more with anger.
“Yeah, okay, buddy,” the agent snorts from behind me. I’m actually surprised by the fact that Dan is trying to defend me.
“Why am I even being arrested?” I snarl, feigning anger.
“You tried sneaking off during an FBI raid. That’s grounds for suspicion.”
“I’m terribly sorry about this, Zack,” Dan cuts in. “This doesn’t involve you.”
I shrug a shoulder, the movement awkward against the cuffs. “S'kay. These assholes will be fired by morning,” I say with a shit-eating grin.
Dan scoffs and corrects me, “By the end of the night.”
“Yeah whatever, fuckers. Get in the car before I accidentally smash your head off the car on the way in.”
I twist in my binds. “What’s your name?”
The agent grins. “Michael.”
“Well, Michael, I hope you don’t mind shitting out teeth because you’re about to eat them.”
Michael laughs, a glimmer in his eyes. Dan starts up again when another agent leads him into the back of a cop car. His rant is cut off by the slam of the door.
“Get in the goddamn car, Z. I am hungry, but it’s not for my teeth.”
Chuckling, I comply.
Chapter 40
The Shadow
I
don’t remember ever being a needy child. Growing up, I had a great relationship with my parents. My mother was incredibly loving, and my father was supportive and very involved in my life.
But I was always a naturally independent person. Determined to do things on my own without help. And because my parents showered me with love and attention, it wasn’t something I sought out.
I can’t say that anymore.
Addie’s mouth is wide open, drool steadily leaking from her mouth. She’s snoring softly, and I don’t think I’ve gotten the chance to tease her about that yet. She’s going to get angry, and I smile just thinking about it.
Despite her disheveled state, my cock is incredibly hard. The witch went to bed in nothing but a white, silky set, and the second I slowly drew back the covers, I nearly went to my knees.
Did my little mouse wear that just for me?
Reaching out, I trace a finger up her thigh, enjoying the sight of her skin puckering. She shifts, moaning softly at the disturbance in her sleep.
How would she feel waking up with my cock inside her?
She shifts again when I finger the strap of her underwear. Normally, she wakes up fairly easily. And despite Addie giving in to me, I’m not foolish enough to believe I don’t set her on edge still.
Which means she had a few drinks.
Grinning, I toe off my shoes and slide out of the suffocating suit I’ve been wearing all night.
After we got to the station, they hauled Dan off to a separate room and let me go. I came straight here, my body strung tight with the need to bury myself inside my little mouse.
Completely naked, I slide into the bed next to Addie, curling her body into mine.
Her eyes flutter, and I watch as she regains consciousness. When her eyes slide up to my face, they widen ever so slightly.
I could’ve tried to fuck her while asleep, but I decide to hold off on that until Addie admits her love for me and freely accepts mine. Until I can fuck her without a fight, though I think some part of Addie will always fight me.
Although I’ve taken advantage of Addie on several occasions, at least her being awake and coherent allowed me to watch her body’s reactions. Doesn’t make it right. But her body has always wept for me.
And if it ever didn’t, I wouldn’t have touched her until it did.
“Why are you in my bed staring at me like a creep?” she asks, her voice groggy with sleep.
I chuckle. “I thought it’d been established that I’m a creep already?”
“It has, and yet you still keep doing it.”
“Would you like me to stop?” I query, sliding my hands down her backside. She sucks in a sharp breath, appearing much more awake and alert as I grip her plump ass in my palms.
“No,” she admits quietly. She looks so tiny and vulnerable admitting it, so I stay quiet.
She trails her finger across the tattoos on my chest, her eyes averted firmly away from mine.
"Do these mean anything?" she murmurs, seeming as if she’s concentrating hard on the design.