Chapter 12

"We're not done." Oh, dear heaven, no words have ever filled me with such joy and such angst. What more could he do to me? Something deep inside me ached like a sore tooth that you can't help picking at, and I wanted to feel it again.

I was almost disappointed when he untied me and moved me onto my back. Now, here was my tender, loving man. He worked the kinks out of my arms and legs before spreading me out. This time, he tied my right arm to my right ankle and did the same to the left, leaving me in a most unladylike position.

When he knelt between my thighs with his cock in hand, stroking it over and over, my eyes couldn't help but fixate on his actions. My mouth watered, and he almost bent me double when he got closer and fed himself to me.

I felt ravenous, unhinged even for the taste of him. I tasted myself on him, something I had never done before; I liked it. I made animalistic noises as I sucked his cock, and when he took my head in his hand, holding me in place with a back-and-forth motion, I saw stars.

He pulled out of my mouth, leaving me wanting more, but I was soon satisfied when he drove into me again. This position tilted my sex up to him, and he took full advantage, pounding into me over and over again. When he took one of my nipples between his teeth and bit down hard, then licked and suckled before doing it again, I felt liquid gush out of me, where we were joined.

"Oh…oh….oh. fuck!" Yes, that was me, the shy, matronly mother of four. My husband was fucking me the way every woman should be fucked by the man who absolutely desires her. There was so much passion in each stroke, and the way he looked at me when I opened my eyes, the shine in his, filled my heart to bursting.

I was boneless by the time he finally rolled away from me hours later. I had been tied up in more ways than one and taken in every position imaginable, all while having that thing plugged into my ass. I was as giddy as a teenage girl with her first lover.

I almost thought I was caught up in some real-life dream because it was just too magical. Here I was, thinking we were going to settle into our twilight years and today has opened my eyes to something more fantastic than anything I could've ever imagined.

He disappeared into the en suite bathroom, and I heard the water hitting the tub minutes before he came back to get me. I couldn't have walked that if he paid me to but he didn't ask. This time, he lifted me in his arms and held me against his chest; he even kissed my forehead as he carried me into the bathroom.

The tub was filled with bubbles and a heavenly scent mixed with something that smelled minty. He stood me on my feet, "Lean over the tub for me love." I did, as I was told, and felt relief as he withdrew the plug from my bum.

He walked over to the sink and dropped the plug into a container with some kind of solution in it before coming back to lift me into the tub before climbing in behind me. He pulled me back against his chest and used the sponge to wash my breasts and down my middle to between my thighs.

I think I fell asleep in the tub because when I awakened, he was drying me off before pulling a robe around me and carrying me back to bed, where we lay wrapped around each other, and I fell fast asleep with a blissful smile on my face.

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LYON

"So,what you're telling me is that you men can't control your women, is that it? I can see you fucks in the back rolling your eyes at my head. If you've got something to say, say it."

"Actually, you were the one who let Catalina get in."

"What does that have to do with your women sticking their noses in shit?"

"We weren't the ones who invited them in. Your kid is playing both sides of the fence. She steals information from us and sells it to them. If she has something on one of them, she uses it to get her way, and she does the same with us."

"Aren't you ashamed, Tyler? My kid is ten. You're telling me she got the drop on you lot at her age?"

"Actually, she started way before that."

"You can't blame us, Colt, you're the one who taught her this shit." Yeah, but I didn't expect her to sell fucking information or to use her mother and aunt's secrets against them.

My kid is a fucking loan shark slash double agent. I don't know how her mind works, and I don't want to know. No way am I traversing that fucking minefield. "Where's Russo?"

"Back home in New England with his wife and kids." Fucking messenger boy.

"What did he give them so far?"

"The names. I think he's holding onto the rest until Catalina decides how to use it."

"What's she want with them? Doesn't she have her hands full with that island of hers?"

"You know how she is."

"I'd have thought her bloodlust was satiated for now after the explosion; what more does she want now?"

"We don't know, why don't you ask her?"

"Fuck off, Mancini. Fine, let's see which one of you finds the answers first. Get to work."

"That's not fair, Dad. She picks and chooses what she wants to work on when, we have a shit ton to do all at once."

"You complaining, Aiden?" I gave him a look because he was still in my bad book for his part in her last stunt.

They all think I'm stupid, but I'm on to their shit. Mengele has dirt on all of them. Where she gets it from is anyone's guess, but she uses that shit to get what she wants out of them. Then they come crying to me to get them out of her clutches.

If that's how my kid wants to do things, I'm not going to stop her; she found her own way, and it works for her. But now that old fuck Wilson has set his sights on me with his shit, and I have to remind him that I'm not Mancini, and I don't take orders from him or his son.

These assholes dropped the ball, and now his quiet-as-a-mouse daughter-in-law has gone rogue. How the fuck that became my problem, only he knows. Telling him I don't give a fuck didn't work because he's still bitching. I told him to come back and take over this fuck himself, but he claims he"s done enough of my work for me as if it was my problem. I didn't know this shit existed.

"I know one fuck, if anyone touches my kid, even with words, it'll be the last fucking thing they do."

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MARK

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"She didn't giveit to me, and I have no idea where she's hiding it. What did your wife say to her anyway?"

"How the hell should I know? The kid who dropped it off taught these women how to scramble the videos, so half the time, we think we're watching them live, and it's a prerecording."

"He's that good?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know, Hank; I've never wanted them to be involved. Junior is one thing, but my girls are…"

"You better not let these women hear you say that shit, or they'd mutiny."

"I guess the only thing left to do is get to the bottom of this shit soon. That way, she can go back to being sensible. I almost preferred it when she just thought I was having an affair; this shit is dangerous."

"I hear you; I understand; I've been there. But I can tell you for a certainty that once that horse is out of the stall, there's no putting him back in."

"But your wife was a Fed. She's used to this shit. Britt is different."

"That's what you think. You married her because she was smart, and with your abilities, you had to know that she had it in her."

"To a point, yes, but not like this." I've always known that she was my soulmate; I saw it the moment we first met.

I saw a lot of our future then, even down to the fiery passion that I waited twenty years for, but I never once saw her getting involved in this mess, and neither did I want her to. Mom has been with Dad for more than half a century, and I don't think she's ever once interfered with this business or gotten involved in any way.

It"s not that I don't trust my wife's abilities; it's the fact that I want to protect her from the darker side of life. I've made it my mission in life to keep her safe, to watch over her in every way, her and our children. And none of that involves her getting anywhere near the thing that my ancestors have been fighting for centuries.

I always wanted her to remain like ninety-nine percent of the world, blind to the evil that exists all around us. It doesn't matter how times have changed or what anyone else thinks. I know as her man, it's my duty, if not my right as her husband, to stand between her and that shit.

But now, that belief is fighting with my natural instinct to give her everything she wants. "I'll turn up the heat. Maybe I tried too hard to keep away from Jessica, but each time she got near me, my skin crawled. I don't have it in me to pretend to want her, and that's why this shit is taking so long."

"I hear you, and no one can make you do that shit, that's why there's no push."

"At least Lyon is softer than my old man. He wouldn't have cared what I had to do to get the job done."

"Don't you believe it! He's not soft, but there are just some lines he refuses to cross or let any of us cross for that matter, and deceiving our wives is one of them."

"How does he get around it? I mean, keeping your woman out of it without deceiving her?"

"If you ask him, he'd say just tell her to stay her ass where you put her. But the reality is, he knows what she's doing and doesn't mind as long as she does it from halfway around the world. As long as they don't go anywhere physically…"

"Didn't one of the women fly the plane with the lion cage?"

"Well, I was about to say that that's the way things used to be, but they've changed the game since the lockdown was lifted."

"Why doesn't he rein them in?"

"Shh, he's training his kid, but we're not supposed to know that. He thinks he's being slick."

"I see! So, your advice?"

"Let her be. She's already in it now, and the women aren't going to stop just because you ask them to. Sorry."

"Fine, I'll work something out on my end." I hung up the phone and sat back in my chair behind my desk at the office. Right now, my wife, who I told to stay out of shit, was sitting in her home office doing research into shit that she had no business being part of.

I know that she's bored now that the kids are gone, and I'm still here most of the day. I had planned on spending more time with her once the kids were out of the house because I knew that that was going to be the new nexus of our relationship.

What I didn't anticipate was the pandemic and the toll it would take on the world and my mission. Whoever Jack and Jessica were working for had gone under once people from their little network started dropping like flies. Not from the pandemic, though that was used in many cases as cover.

But they had to know they were being hunted because of the pattern that had started to form in the last few years. Dad had been more covert in his actions; he was old school. Lyon, on the other hand, doesn't try to hide what he's doing. You just never know when he's going to strike.

I do know that the man posing as Jack has been doing this for years, though Jessica hasn't always been his accomplice. They differ from region to region and according to the sexual type of the mark. We know the companies they took over through blackmail as well. But the one thing we don't know is who or how many are behind them.

This is the big leagues, not some low-level trafficker. But Lyon or his kid had taken out a lot of the European clientele, and we still have no idea who their suppliers are. We've come far enough to know who is being supplied, which was a monumental feat since all of these people, not most, all of them are counted among the world's elite. But getting rid of them is just part of the problem. Someone out there is the head of a very dark organization whose business is the trafficking of children for multiple purposes, and none of them are good. And my wife wants to wade in that cesspool.