Chapter Four
Mike Axton
I was packing my things in my office when Creed knocked on my open door. “You headed out for the weekend?”
It was just after noon and most of the Originals were headed out to Mrs. Hoffman’s for lunch. We were experiencing an abnormally cold December, so they were heading out in their trucks. “Yeah, Perry is taking me to the airport in about an hour.” I didn’t look up as I was sliding my laptop into my case.
“You didn’t say much during the meeting.” He stepped inside my office and shut the door. We just had our daily Originals meeting and discussed the Fallon Cahill case.
“There’s not much to say. Luca has too much pull with the government. He’s testing things they want tested, so we need to focus more on our foreign cases and a little less on these domestic ones.” Although I wasn’t Luca’s biggest fan, he was in a business like ours and we needed to stay out of it. I wholeheartedly hated the man, mostly because of the science tests on veterans, and of course I hated what he did to Fallon Cahill, but we needed to stay in our lane and focus on our own business.
“He kidnapped and wiped the memory of a teenage girl, then turned her into an assassin. That can’t be ignored.” He disagreed.
“He is just one of several generations of his family that does this work. He has tentacles that reach all over the world and next to him we are just babies. Like it or not, we are in the same business, but we aren’t strong enough to take down an organization like his. We can’t risk pissing off the government like we did military intelligence five years ago. We’re lucky not to be in prison today. I’m not changing my vote, Creed, by going after Luca we are putting the entire community at risk. Just let it go, it’s not the case for us.”
He was frustrated because we voted on whether or not to start a case against someone that had a far greater power than us. Magnus, Irons, Drakos, Jennings, Bolton, and I all voted against it and Baros had not returned yet to cast his vote, so it didn’t get the support Creed wanted.
“Fine, when you come back, I’ll have more information to plead my case. Fallon does good work for us, and she deserves some justice for what was done to her.” He said.
“Don’t we have enough of our own problems? We need more operatives, and we can’t forget the crazy fan that’s stalking Magnus and Morgan. He just got another note the other day, and you guys might think it’s a crazy fan or whatever, but I’m suspicious it’s something else. We can use a satellite to find just about anyone and the computer science we have here gives us a lot of advantages, but for some reason we can’t find someone that draws silly pictures and leaves them around town. Whoever it is can outsmart us, and that doesn’t sit well with me.” I expressed my concerns yet again.
“It’s probably more than one fan and they copycat each other. That’s why we can’t pinpoint who it is yet. They’ve been harmless so far, but if they go any further with it we will take a closer look. It’s all a part of her fame, and nothing all that new to her. I am more concerned with the Fallon Cahill case.” He said.
I felt the complete opposite with both issues. I checked to make sure I had my business and personal phones, because I had a habit sometimes of not taking my personal phone with me, then grabbed my bag and walked toward the door. “It won’t change our minds about the Cahill case. Yeah, I agree the douchebag needs to be brought down, but not at the risk of Creed’s Lake. He has no interest in harming Fallon, so that’s the bright side. There’s no proof he has done this to anyone else. He was right in taking her out of the situation she was in, while I disagree with what he did with her in the meantime while they worked to take out those dirty cops, but at least she was returned home. The other veterans are taking part in these tests with their own free will, so no, he shouldn’t be our focus. I realize Magnus has a hard on for Bain, but just because the man races NASCAR doesn’t make him a God.”
“He’s a legend and so are the rest of the men in his family.” He sighed in frustration. “Bain has nothing to do with it. Luca is promising them an easy fix to their PTSD through science and dangerous medications. We both know that’s not possible and he’s giving them false hope. Aren’t those soldiers the main reason we created this community? To help veterans live the lives they need?”
I stopped in front of him. “We are doing the best we can for the veterans we bring on board. We haven’t found any cases of permanent damage to his veterans. Bring us proof that he is harming them and maybe we will reconsider, but as of now, it’s too risky. We are helping the Cahill’s as much as we can with security and keeping them safe. That’s the most we can afford to give.”
“I’m not going to let it go, but I will for now. You’re off on another mysterious trip, I see?” He asked.
I ignored his question. “I’ll see you Monday.” I walked out of my office and went straight for the elevator. I kept my personal life private, unlike most of the Originals. They all knew too much about each other, and I was never one to mix my personal life with business.
Six hours later, I was on a ship that was about to disembark for three days of cruising on the Caribbean. It was a short trip, but a fun one as well. My partner in crime and person responsible for getting me onto the short bliss cruise was looking up at me with tears in her eyes. Not because she was upset, but because I was fucking her mouth and not giving her any mercy.
“Fuck yes.” I hissed as my hand was wrapped in her blond hair. Her tears created trails of running mascara down her face as I came closer and closer to my release. I felt my balls tighten just before I shoved my cock down her throat and made her take every last drop. It was just the beginning of our night, and she took a month of my sexual frustration like a champ.
Her name was Faye, and like me, she was a single that enjoyed the activities of a certain kind of travel. Most of the time it was just a long weekend, but I traveled the world trying to chase down the perfect sexual experience. I never found it, not in my entire life had I ever felt truly satisfied. I had been on adult only trips for several years, traveled to places all over the world, and nothing ever left me feeling truly fulfilled.
“Thanks.” I breathed out as I looked down at Faye.
I pulled my cock from between those plump lips. She gave me a wink and I could see the smile in her eyes. Faye was gorgeous, playful, successful, and a lot like me. We didn’t mix business with pleasure and didn’t have the time or the patience for a relationship. Unfortunately for Faye, she was being pressured to marry by her family. Neither one of us saw a future tied down to one person, so we used each other to get into couple only retreats. She was from New York, a socialite of course, and had a certain taste for sex. Her desires would have been impossible for one man to satisfy. She was bisexual and by the end of the night she would have been with both men and women. I on the other hand was not bisexual, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t help a girl out and fuck her ass while another man fucked her pussy.
I didn’t date, and I hadn’t dated in many years. I fucked, that was it, and I did it away from Creed’s Lake. There was only one person I slept with that was at Creed’s Lake, and that was a fellow Original, Valerie Bolton. It was many years ago, and it was only once when we served in Delta Force, but we were in different units at the time. Nobody ever knew and it was something in our past that we never revisited. She was several years older than me, but hot, nonetheless. Faye was just doing me a favor, prepping me for a weekend of sex after well over a month since my last experience. Faye gave my tip one last kiss before she stood, smiled and winked before walking to the bathroom of our state room we shared. She was gorgeous, with soft tan skin, long blond hair, and one tight as hell ass.
We were on a bliss cruise, our first one since we returned from France where we experienced a hell of a week enjoying group sex at a vast estate. The month before that was my first one in months because of the terrorist attacks and lockdown. We went to a BDSM retreat in the mountains, and yet again, I left disappointed. I knew I was fucked up in the head where sex was concerned. Most of us probably were at Creed’s Lake. We had fucked up childhoods, nobody to come home to after war, at least nobody that satisfied our needs. Granger and Creed were probably the most level headed when it came to sex. Creed enjoyed long term sex partners, Granger had only been with one woman his entire life, Drakos fucked about everything that walked, and as far as Irons went, he had a secret he thought was safe. The poor guy couldn’t fuck at all after what happened to Bolton, but I had my suspicions of the struggles kept secret. Magnus just wanted to get off and didn’t give a fuck who he slept with, as long as it was a woman. He didn’t mind group sex, but I thought he was a little like me about it. Something was missing inside me, it was something that always made me feel unsatisfied and it was about the most frustrated a man could feel. I loved making a woman come while screaming my name, but it was never enough. I’d do just about anything but gay shit. No ass fucking a man or sucking cock, but I’d try just about anything else with a woman.
I joined Faye in the shower, got her worked up for an orgasm then withdrew. I made her desperate for release, but left her hanging for more, just to get her worked up for the party that night. I pounded into her, just to the point where her body would shake and she would beg, then stop. By the time we walked out of our state room, her in a sexy as hell red dress and me in a suit, she was more than desperate for what was to come.
Three hours later, I had my buzz on after a few whiskeys, while a brunette sat on my face and a blond was riding my cock, while their husband’s fucked each other while they watched me fuck their wives. I was in a state room where Faye was having a threesome encounter with a married couple on the bed, and we were on the floor. That was one of our rules. She was to stay within my sight at all times. I was there to protect her, and enjoy what the trips had to offer.
I met Faye many years ago while in D.C. in my early years as a special forces operative. She was an attorney that worked as a clerk for multiple federal judges, and her father was a Congressman. Her mother was somehow related to one of the wealthiest families in New York. If anyone ever linked her to me it would be a scandal. New York socialites didn’t usually associate with guys from a mountainside in the backwoods of Appalachia. Especially one that was almost taken off life support when he was eight because his own father almost beat him to death. We had a hiccup in our friendship a few months back, Faye was arranged in another commitment and attempted to bring me into it. It almost ended our friendship, but thankfully we were able to work through it.
That was how our weekend went, we met people, fucked, drank, fucked each other, drank some more, then had more sex with others. Yet again, I flew out of Miami that Sunday night feeling unsatisfied. I was hung over and exhausted by the time the prospect picked me up at the airport and dropped me off at my place. I slept like a log that night, then groaned when my alarm went off on Monday morning. After brushing my teeth, I stood in front of the mirror and took a good look at myself. I was tall, built like an operative, and had more tattoos than I could count, but none that would show while in a suit. My hair and beard was black, my eyes were Caribbean blue, and my teeth were straight. I lucked out and never needed braces, but I did have a few implants from a certain mission I was on three years prior. I looked at my neck to make sure there were no obvious sex marks like there was on my back. I had a red head on Saturday that dug her nails into my back, and it hurt so good I came because of the pain. I had no hickey’s, thankfully, and the marks on my back were already hard to see because of the tattoos. Not that I planned to show my back to anyone in the near future.
I met Creed at the community center, and we hit the gym. Creed was the brother I was closest to, but we were all close.
“Kayla spent some time here over the weekend.” Creed said as he ran on the treadmill next to mine.
“Why?” I wasn’t happy about my sister spending time inside the gates of Creed’s Lake. It was one thing that she worked for us, but my personal life needed to stay outside the gates. That included my sister and mom. I got them a house between Clarity and Cold Springs. They were close enough when they needed me, but far enough away to live separate lives. My sister was an attorney just starting out and she worked at our law firm.
“She has become good friends with Morgan, and she helped Melissa out with Addie. Don’t worry, she didn’t go anywhere near Club X.”
My blood began boiling. “If I fucking catch her there, someone is going down. You know I don’t like having her inside the gates. She’s safer living a life away from here.” I was not interested in seeing any guys at Creed’s Lake near her. She was an innocent young girl that I worked my ass off to take care of her entire life.
“She’s fine, Axton. She hung out with Morgan and Addie then Wrenly came over and they baked Christmas cookies. That’s all, so don’t go all caveman and accuse the guys of anything. She’s doing a good job at the firm and she’s becoming pretty close to Fallon as well.”
I glanced at him as I jogged. “She deserves a safe but good life, and I don’t want her with one of our operatives. As long as they keep their eyes and hands off her we won’t have a problem.” I knew my sister. She would get attached then be miserable if the guy went on missions. She was a virgin, so I knew if she were to marry she would be very attached to him. Our lifestyle wouldn’t have suited her, so it was best she made friends outside of Creed’s Lake. Plus, it was bad enough that my piece of shit mom followed her to town and her presence was the last thing I needed.
“She’s a smart girl that can make decisions for herself.” Creed said.
“Like when she moved mom into the place I bought her in Boston? Then she went behind my back and visited the old bastard at the prison, on my dime? No, she doesn’t always make the best decisions. I want her to stay out of Creed’s Lake. The smartest thing she has done is save herself for marriage, and if I have any say that will be a long time from now.” I meant it, and she wasn’t listening to me. Creed and the rest saw me as controlling and overprotective when it came to Kayla, but they weren’t the ones that had to fight like hell to keep her out of foster care and save just about every dime they made while in the Army to send her to college. The least she could have done was respect my wishes when it came to my work life. I was already pissed at her for letting our mom move in with her. My mom was trying, I’d give her that much, but I still didn’t trust her to stay sober.