She places her hands over the growing wet sphere, leaning over him and saying things that I’m unable to hear.
“Get them in the car now.”
Them? Here we go with the fuckups. This is why I work alone. I’m the only person I can depend on to get things right.
The other woman screams for help and fights impressively while Marshall holds her, and Glen places a hood over her head… before I’m able to see what she looks like. “Not both women. Just Westlyn Breckenridge.”
“That’s not what your father ordered.”
He didn’t mention anything about taking both women. “No time to argue. We need to go now.” We likely only have seconds before The Fellowship brothers inside the pub realize that something has taken place.
The backseat of the limo fills, this time with two extra passengers. One more than I intended.
I’m not certain which of these women is my intended. I thought Marshall and Glen had Westlyn, but now I don’t know since my father ordered both women to be taken.
“On your knees. Hands behind your back.” I’m not worried about the MacAllister woman, but I’d expect Westlyn to have had extensive training on what to do in the event of an abduction. Can’t be careless with that one.
A text comes in on the phone Glen has taken from one of their purses.
Fellowship: Let’s talk.
Kieran: I’ll consider that after I’ve had my fun.
Fellowship: Don’t fucking touch them.
I’m amused by whomever is texting. Does this person really think he can tell me what to do?
Kieran: A little late for that. Don’t come for them or they die.
Kieran: We’ll contact you when we’re ready to talk.
I toss the phone to Glen and he returns it to the purse. No need to ditch it. The Fellowship will trace us to the compound eventually anyway.
“Wes?” the woman to my right says. Her voice trembles, as does her body. She’s like a frightened rabbit.
“I’m here.” Westlyn Breckinridge hesitated before answering—and identifying herself. She’s probably silently pleading with her friend to keep her mouth shut.
I flick my wrist at Glen, cueing him to skip binding Westlyn Breckinridge’s wrists. I want her hands free.
“She’s not Fellowship. You gain nothing by taking her.”
I laugh at Miss Breckenridge’s weak argument. “You don’t think the sister of Sinclair’s wife is powerful leverage? Sounds to me like Miss Breckenridge doesn’t think very highly of you, Miss MacAllister.”
Westlyn needs to learn sooner rather than later who it is she’s dealing with. “Crawl to me, Westlyn. On all fours like the Fellowship bitch you are.”
She pleases me when she does as she’s instructed, proving she’s able to follow orders. A good quality to have in a wife. “On your knees in front of me. Kneel before your master.”
I’m going to be her leader. Her master. Her husband. She might as well get used to being on her knees in front of me. I plan on having her in that position often.
“Good lass. I think I’ll reward you for following orders by taking off your hood.” I lean forward and slowly lift the covering from her head.
I’m about to look into the eyes of the woman I’ll call wife for the rest of my life. I’d be lying to myself if I said I wasn’t mildly panicked about what I’m going to see.
The interior lights are on, and I stop lifting the cover to study the lower half of her face. No mustache. No beard. A narrow nose, slightly turned up on the end. A perfectly pouty set of pink lips with a deep cupid’s bow.
I like what I see so far.
I remove the cover from her head, and her eyes blink several times before focusing on mine. Bold black strokes line the top of her eyelids with a slight wing on the outer corner. Long, lush lashes surround irises of… what color I can’t tell. But they’re much lighter than my nearly black ones.
Sexy. As. Fuck.
Niall accelerates and Westlyn tumbles toward me, breaking her fall with her hands on my upper thighs, her touch causing my dick to twitch. I’m instantly attracted to this woman, and it’s a fucking relief like I’ve never known. “Hmm… no one told me you were such a beauty.”
She stares at my face, and I imagine her mind rolling through images in her memory the way a thumb flips through pages of a magazine. “Should I know you?” Her voice and breathing are soft and steady, unlike her friend who’s panting as though she might pass out at any moment.
“I’m Kieran Hendry.”
A wrinkle forms and deepens across her forehead while her brows tense. “Are you part of The Order?”
“Aye. My mum is Arabella Grieves Hendry. Torrence was her brother.”
The wrinkle across her brow lessens. “Your grandfather married your mum off to a brotherhood in the north as part of a treaty.”
I’m pleased that she’s familiar with my parents’ marriage and treaty. “Aye. A very successful treaty, which made both brotherhoods very successful. And now The Order has asked her to come home and lead because she is the next Grieves blood successor.”
That wrinkle in her forehead is back. “A woman is acting as the leader of The Order?”
“No. My father is acting on her behalf until I step into the role of leader.” Not that my mother wouldn’t make a powerful one. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever known, but she chose motherhood over leadership.
Niall quickly brakes and then accelerates again, forcing Westlyn to grip my thighs again when she loses her balance. “What are you going to do with us?”
“That conversation is coming, Miss Breckenridge, but right now I’m really enjoying the sight of you on your knees in front of me.” I study her cupid’s bow and consider reaching out to touch it. “I really like your pouty pink lips, but I think I’d like them more if they were wrapped around my cock.”
She bears her pearly whites and snaps, “I hope you like my teeth as well.”
That was unexpected. I’m impressed as hell with the bravery this woman is exhibiting. “Ouch, Miss Breckenridge. That could be dangerous for my dick. I guess we’ll go with the original plan instead.”
Her head tilts to the side and her expression is one I’ve seen on my little sister a thousand times. I call it her smart-ass face. “The original plan being…?”
“I take you to my house, tie you to my bed, and do whatever the fuck I want to you.” I look over at Miss MacAllister. “Both of you.” Let’s see what she has to say about that.
“Ellison isn’t Fellowship.”
“You said that already.”
“She isn’t one of us and doesn’t understand any of this. She’s simply the sister of a woman who married into the brotherhood. This isn’t her fight. She doesn’t deserve to be injured or… damaged.”
I loved the way she substituted the word damaged for raped.
This may not be Ellison MacAllister’s fight, but she will soon be part of The Fellowship. She isn’t exempt from being used to my advantage. “Are you asking me to leave her unharmed?”
“Yes… please. Show her mercy.”
Westlyn is protective of Ellison, but let’s see how far that inclination runs. “What are you willing to do to keep Miss MacAllister safe?”
Westlyn hesitates a moment. “What do you want from me?”
I’m not ready to talk marriage just yet. I’m more interested in the fucking part now that I’ve seen her. “Will you take her beating? Take her rape? Plus yours?”
“No, Wes! Don’t even think about agreeing to that.”
The frightened rabbit has been very quiet until now, and I prefer that she stays silent. I flick my wrist, and Glen slaps Miss Macallister’s face through the hood. “Shut. Your. Mouth. I’m negotiating with Miss Breckenridge.”
“Ellison will be unharmed if I take hers and mine?” Our eyes lock, and her voice remains steady. This woman isn’t afraid. Or at least doesn’t appear to be.
Westlyn Breckenridge is willing to sacrifice herself
for her friend. Selflessness. You don’t come across many women with that quality. And I’m going to take advantage. “Yes, but one more stipulation, Miss Breckenridge. Take yours and hers without a fight. Submit to me freely, and I won’t harm a hair on your friend’s head.”
“Swear it on the life of your firstborn son.”
Those words are entertaining since she’s going to be the one to give me my firstborn son. And she has no idea.
“Don’t do this, Westlyn.”
Westlyn acts as though she doesn’t hear her friend’s pleas. “Swear you’ll not harm her. Swear it on the life of your firstborn son, Kieran Hendry, and I’ll do it.”
This will be a wonderful story to tell our son one day… how he was used to negotiate our first agreement before he was ever conceived.