Brotherhood (11 page)

Epilogue

"Baby," her voice was grinding into his eardrum. What the fuck was her problem? He was at her apartment wasn't he? He was fucking her wasn't he? Hell, he was even doing it all without earplugs. What more did she want from him.

"Yes?" He faked sincerity.

"When are you going to leave your wife?" She asked.

Goddamn. He knew it'd come, but this soon? It'd only been a few weeks. There was no way he was going to tell her the truth. He wasn't. His wife was an amazing woman and mother. She just didn't like sex. She certainly didn't let him bend her over and ram it into her without foreplay. Amanda would never be his wife. She would be his whore.

"We have kids," he cooed at her, hoping to appease her. "It makes it hard."

"I'm beginning to think it's never."

Logan did not have time to be babysitting a grown woman today.

"C'mere." He reached an arm out and took her into it. "You’re beautiful, you know that?" he smiled at her and played with her red hair.

"You think so?" She beamed from ear to ear.

God, she’s as stupid as she’s annoying
. "Absolutely." He smiled. "You make me feel like I'm the luckiest man on earth. But you gotta understand me, y’know? Divorce with kids involved? That’s complicated. Let’s just, let’s just keep it simple for now."

That seemed to be enough to get her back into the right place. Her head dropped to his lap and she took him into her mouth.
All that she’s good for, the goddamn dumb slut.

He heard himself groan a few times as she teased the head of his cock. He wasn't going to lie. He’d like to have her around more.

"Hey," he pulled her hair to lift her up.

"You don't like it?"

"I love it actually." He smiled. "I was thinking, actually."

"About what?" she ran a finger along his chest.

"Do you like kids?" he asked sincerely.

Her eyes lit up. “Are you suggesting—"

He pressed his finger to her lips and cut her off. “No, let me finish. I was thinking. How’d you like to help me babysit my kids sometimes? Like a live-in nanny?”

"You want me to watch your kids?"

Didn’t you hear what I fucking said? Christ, woman!
"Well, there’s other perks to the job." He answered and fondled her breast. "For starters, there’s going to be a hell of a lot more of this if you’re right there in my house."

She smiled and agreed without even considering the offer. Getting blown anywhere he wanted, anytime he wanted? What’s not to love about that? Plus, it’s not like his wife would even know. God knows they needed a nanny to look after the kids.

Before they could discuss it any further, Logan's phone went off. He didn't stop to see who it was before he picked it up.

"Logan?" the voice on the other end wasn't familiar. " Detective Larson, LVPD."

"What do you want?"

"I met one of your colleagues the other day," he continued. "I talked to him about Agent Fuller, the one who went missing a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah, and?" Logan pretended he knew what the hell the man was getting to.

"She's alive." With those words Logan's ears stood up. "I just dropped her off at the office. They said you weren't there. But I wanted to say, give that kid an apology for me. He said he thought she was alive and I didn't believe him. I'm real sorry."

"Are you sure it was her?" Logan asked

"No doubt about it," Larson said. "She seemed upset. You might want to check on her."

"That I will do." Logan replied. "Thank you Detective Larson."

The phone shut off before he sat it down. Everything inside of him froze. She was out. How the fuck did she get out? That backwards hillbilly was supposed to have taken care of this. He was supposed to make sure she was no longer a problem.

"I've gotta go," Logan stood up and pushed Amanda off of him. "Work calls."

"Anything I can help with?" She asked.

"No. Pack your shit and get to my house. You’re fired."

"I love you, baby," She gave his cock a squeeze.

“I’ll see you later."

Logan threw on his pants and ran out the door. He had to get to the office before anyone else did. By coming out of hiding, Fuller was putting them all in danger. As he started his car in a panic, he made a mental list of people to take care of. Hudson's redneck towel boy was first.

"Logan!" Andy was all smiles when Logan walked in. "Did you hear?"

Logan nodded and walked right past him. He didn't know where she was, but he had to find out what she knew.

"Not happy to see me?" Her voice caught him before he looked in her direction.

"Of course I am, Fuller," he answered. "Why wouldn't I be?"

"Not sure," she answered. "You seem flustered about me being here."

"I was out running." He lied.

Logan didn't have the time for this conversation. He had things to take care of. Like why she was free and how to stop what was about to happen.

"Aren't you gonna ask if I'm okay?" she asked him.

"You’re alive, aren’t you? I assume given your living circumstances that this is more than okay?"

"Yes," she answered. "It is."

"Anything else I can do for you, Fuller?"

"Absolutely," she answered.

"What's that?"

She thought long and hard before she replied. She wanted to make sure the decision she carried out was the right one. Once she felt confident in her choice, she made the decision to say it.

"I know where the Nomads are, I know who’s there, I know my way around the house." She spoke quickly. "I want to take them down. Today."

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CHAPTER 1

“Can you tell us what happened?” the voice softened a bit to ask the question, but Melissa Fuller could sense the hostility underneath.

She may be new to the area, but she wasn’t new to the ATF. She was a damned good agent and that meant being able to read what wasn’t being said. In this case, it was disbelief.

It’d been a couple of weeks since she returned to the office, and Logan was still having her questioned. His hope, as he told her, was that she would remember more detail and be able to help them out. His tactic, however, was to keep her from her job.

Sure, she was still employed. But he’d shot down her hope of storming into Hudson’s house and taking them down. She hadn’t received any new assignments in the meantime either. Listening to the questions for the fifteenth time since she emerged from captivity, she thought back to that day and the conversation she’d had with Logan.

***

“Take them down for what?” Logan had stopped what he was doing and paid close attention to her words. “What did you see, Fuller?”

Melissa had been afraid to say much. She recalled Asher’s conversation about Logan and she wasn’t sure how accurate it was. There was no way she wanted to risk her own life or the life of anyone else.

“Nothing,” she had replied. “They’re criminals and I want to take them down.” Her own desires started to dwindle. She may have held a grudge against Asher Hudson, but something kept her from turning on him when he’d confided in her. Something told her that his story had been true even if his intentions were not.

“Well as of now we have nothing other than the kidnapping. If you saw something while you were there, that could change. If not, then we need to focus on that. It’s a start.”

Fuller toyed with her feelings on the matter. Logan was hiding something. He couldn’t be trusted. She knew that much. So she wasn’t sure she was ready to clue him in. Or anyone for that matter. Hell, would it be considered professional misconduct to fuck her captor? Or to fall in love with him?

It wasn’t like she could tell him about the drugs and guns. Then he’d know she was roaming free. If she was roaming free, then it meant she knew more than she had told anyone. That put her life in jeopardy as well. Especially if Logan was as crooked as Hudson had told her.

“I don’t know anything.” She shrugged.

“I thought you’d remember something this important,” he’d stated as if he didn’t believe her.

“I doubt it. I wasn’t really able to do much investigating.” She had laughed and walked off towards her desk, doing her best to hide the flutter in her heart each time she thought about Asher.

***

“Miss Fuller.” The voice brought her out of the thought. “Can we start from the beginning and work through it again?”

“Sure,” she answered and sat back against the chair. “I was on the mike with Wallaby and he said he’d be right back. Next thing I know, I’m being taken somewhere else”

“Who took you Miss Fuller?” The voice was pressuring again. “Where did they take you? Where were you at when you were talking to Agent Wallaby?”

“I was in a closet. I had gone through a tunnel to get there. But I was stuck.” She answered honestly.

“What closet?” The questions were always the same.

“It was supposed to be Asher Hudson’s,” Melissa answered with facts everyone knew. “But I’ve never been to his house so I can’t say it was or wasn’t.”

“Why were you in Mr. Hudson’s closet?” Yet another familiar question.

“I was leading a case on Mr. Hudson and his alleged involvement in criminal activities,” she answered. “I was given the plans to catch him in a meeting with some major weapons dealers.”

“Was he meeting with those dealers?”

“I don’t know. I was in the closet and then I wasn’t.” She repeated the same words she’d been saying for weeks.

“Who took you, Miss Fuller?”

“I really don’t know, Mr. Shepard,” she addressed him by the name she’d always known him as. “I was blindfolded and never saw their faces.”

“There was more than one?”

“Yes. There were two.”

“Can you describe them?”

“It was dark when they came in,” she continued, “and then I was blindfolded. But one of them had cold and clammy hands. The other didn’t say or do much.”

“Where did that take you?”

“I couldn’t tell, only that it was to another room. I was still blindfolded,” she added.

“Was Asher Hudson in the home?” he asked.

“I’m not sure,” Melissa answered, again with a lie. “I was blindfolded.”

“Agent Fuller.” Annoyance crept into his voice. “What
do
you remember about the experience?”

Melissa thought for a moment. She had to pretend as though she were thinking really hard and trying to figure something out. The truth was, there was nothing she didn’t remember.

Each night in her bed she remembered things she damn well wished she could forget. Kisses. Touches. Spankings. She remembered them all. She wanted them again. And she remembered the words. He’d have her killed. He didn’t care. She was just there to help him.

“Not much,” she confessed. “It was hot. There was a bed. I was given food and water,” she finished.

“Did anyone hurt you?”

The words brought back the sting of the spankings. The feeling that crept through her skin. The way her body arched as she longed for more. She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. The one that made her want to break down and confess her feelings. She shook her head with certainty.

“Not at all,” she answered. “It was really uneventful.”

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