Let It Go (21 page)

“Quiet. Listen,” he said and remained close to the door.

The silence was so scary but then the soft thumping sound was clear.

“Holy fuck, someone is in there. Brooklyn!” Finnian yelled out and they were frantic to get the locks undone and get to her if it was her in there. He hoped, he prayed, as Cesar handed him a metal pipe and they moved back and Zeke began to strike at the locks, breaking one and then hitting it again and again.

“Let me help, too. They’re in there good,” Aero said to him. He handed him the pipe and Aero knocked at it over and over again as Zeke and the others watched. The second lock gave as Aero became exhausted from striking it.

“Let me,” Finnian said next and then hammered at the last two until the one broke off.

Then Jagger was there and instead of taking the bar to get off the last lock he pulled back on the door, cutting his hands and roared as he ripped it open. The wood splintered and the last lock gave, opening wide.

Zeke shone the light inside and gasped. There was Brooklyn—beaten, battered, blood all over, her mouth taped closed, her arms and legs tied together. She squinted from the light.

“Oh, God,” Zeke said and tried to squeeze in next to her. He could hear his brothers’ exclamations and the other men’s responses, too.

“Can you pull her out so we can help her and get her untied?” Cesar said and Zeke heard Damon call for paramedics.

Zeke and Finnian lifted her out and she moaned and shivered. They got her into the open area on the floor and gently laid her down. Aero pulled out a knife and Zeke, too, and they carefully began to cut the bindings and slowly bring her arms forward.

“Oh,” she moaned, her voice sounding so deep and scratchy. Her face was battered, her arms, too, and her clothing ripped.

“We got you, Brooklyn. You’re safe now, baby. Oh, God, baby,” Zeke said and felt tears in his eyes.

“She’s losing consciousness. Where the fuck are the paramedics?” Jagger yelled out just as they were coming down the stairs.

Zeke caressed her cheek.

“We love you, Brooklyn. Stay with us. Stay strong, Brooklyn.”

She opened her eyes and blinked at him and then closed them as her head rolled to the side.

Brooklyn lay in bed, the feel of a strong, solid arm around her waist and a solid, hard chest against her back bringing her instant peace of mind. She had just been released from the hospital yesterday, so she felt weak and very sore. There were bruises all over her, her wrists and ankles wrapped in gauze as well as her feet. They were blistered but healing quickly.

Her men were taking super good care of her, carrying her even to the bathroom so she wouldn’t step on her feet.

She inhaled the cologne and knew it was Jagger holding her tightly. He hadn’t left her side, feeling guilty for not being able to protect her from Skull. She felt his lips against her shoulder and she eased over to look at him and then cringed from the bruises and cuts along her back. He laid a palm over her belly and looked down into her eyes.

“How was your nap?”

She smiled softly.

“Our nap, remember?”

“You don’t need to worry about me and the headaches. I told you that. You’re the patient here.”

“I was released from the hospital, so I’m no longer considered a patient. Besides, I’m going to need to start forcing myself to get better quickly. I need to get back to work.”

“That is not happening any time soon,” Finnian said, walking into the bedroom. She looked at him and couldn’t help but appreciate his good looks and classy style of dressing. Today he wore dark dress pants and a white button-down shirt.

“What’s going on?” Aero asked, coming in now, too. He passed by Finnian as Finnian started to undo his dress shirt. Aero took a seat on the bed and leaned over to kiss her. He ran his palm up her belly to her breast and cupped it.

“I missed you, baby.”

“Really?” she asked.

“Don’t believe me?” he asked.

Zeke arrived, dressed in uniform. “How was your nap, you two?” he asked them and she knew he was teasing Jagger. Jagger pretty much got to take most of the naps with her because he was still recovering from the concussion he had.

“Don’t be jealous, any of you could nap with me and cuddle, you know,” she said to them.

“You just got out of the hospital. We’re trying to make sure your business runs smoothly and the construction is completed the right way. Which, by the way, I have pictures to show you,” Finnian said and walked over, shirtless, and sat on the bed. He leaned next to her legs and turned the iPad toward her to see, but all she could look at were his big muscles and sexy body.

“Don’t you want to see?” he asked, squinting his eyes at her. She shook her head.

“What’s wrong?” Zeke asked, coming closer. All her men were here and all she wanted to do was love them and get lost with them inside of her.

“I love you. All of you,” she said.

Jagger smiled. “We love you too,” he said and pushed a strand of hair away from her cheek.

“I love how you say I love you every day, all the time. I’ll never get tired of it,” Aero told her and then brought her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckles.

“Do you all really love me, even with my bandaged feet, bruises, cuts, and mummy-style accessories?” she asked and shook her bandaged wrists up at them.

Zeke knelt on the bed and ran his palm up past her bandaged feet and ankles to her thighs and then back down again.

“Love the mummy style and can’t wait to unwrap you when you’re all healed up.”

She shook her head.

“I can’t wait that long. I need you. All of you,” she said and the tears filled her eyes.

“Honey, we want to make love to you, too, but it’s too soon,” Finnian explained.

“Not too soon. I want you to. One at a time if, that’s how it needs to be but I want to make love to my men. I want to feel your arms wrapped around me and you each deep inside of me, making everything perfect and where nothing else matters. Please,” she begged of them.

Finnian looked at his brothers. “One at a time, nice and slow, and if anything hurts, we stop,” he said.

She smiled softly and they all got up and began to undress as Jagger slid over her and between her legs.

“I, for one, can’t wait to feast on you.” He pulled her pajama shorts down off her legs and tossed them over his shoulder. Immediately he blew warm breath against her folds and then suckled on her clit. She grabbed his head and closed her eyes, letting go and feeling how wonderful it was to be made love to by her four sexy men.

“This is what I need. My men making love to me. God, I’m in heaven,” she moaned.

“We love you, Brooklyn. We’ll always love you and cherish you forever,” Zeke said.

She looked at all of them and smiled, feeling content, happy, and in love for the first and last time in her life. These men were her everything. They had taught her to love again, to trust again, to believe in happiness and to let go once and for all and be free. She would love them forever and hold nothing back. Repose turned out to be the best wrong turn she ever made.

THE END

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People seem to be more interested in my name than where I get my ideas for my stories from. So I might as well share the story behind my name with all my readers.

My momma was born and raised in New Orleans. At the age of twenty, she met and fell in love with an Irishman named Patrick Riley Dwyer. Needless to say, the family was a bit taken aback by this as they hoped she would marry a family friend. It was a modern day arranged marriage kind of thing and my momma downright refused.

Being that my momma’s families were descendants of the original English speaking Southerners, they wanted the family blood line to stay pure. They were wealthy and my father’s family was poor.

Despite attempts by my grandpapa to make Patrick leave and destroy the love between them, my parents married. They recently celebrated their sixtieth wedding anniversary.

I am one of six children born to Patrick and Lynn Dwyer. I am a combination of both Irish and a true Southern belle. With a name like Dixie Lynn Dwyer it’s no wonder why people are curious about my name.

Just as my parents had a love story of their own, I grew up intrigued by the lifestyles of others. My imagination as well as my need to stray from the straight and narrow made me into the woman I am today.

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The Battlefield Series 1: Let It Go
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