Chapter 121 Liza #2
“Take a guard with you.” Liam’s brow furrowed with worry. “We can’t be too careful, even though Castro’s preoccupied now.”
After finding a free guard, I drove straight to my parents’ house.
The moment I stepped into my childhood home, a wave of nostalgia hit me. The familiar scent of my mother’s cooking filled the air, blending with the comforting creaks and groans of the old house. Just for a second, the world lifted from my shoulders.
“Hey,” Mason said, all boisterous and booming as he emerged from the living room, followed closely by Michael.
The sight of my older brothers brought a genuine smile to my face, even as the shadows of fear and uncertainty lingered in my mind.
“Hi, guys,” I said, embracing each of them in turn. Mason hugged me tightly, nearly lifting me off the floor, while Michael’s embrace was gentler yet no less protective.
“Mom and Dad are in the kitchen,” Michael said, his quiet manner contrasting sharply with Mason’s exuberance.
“Thanks.” I headed toward the warm, inviting glow that spilled from the kitchen doorway. When I entered, I found my parents fussing over a pot of stew on the stove.
“Sweetheart,” my mother said, rushing over to hug me. “We were so worried about you.”
“Everything’s going to be okay.” I hugged her tighter, taking comfort in the familiar embrace. It felt like a lifetime since I’d been here, surrounded by the love and support of my family.
“Sit down.” My father pulled out a chair for me at the kitchen table. “You must be exhausted.”
I sank into the seat. For a few precious moments, I allowed myself to forget the dark path that lay ahead, focusing instead on the laughter and love that filled the room.
While we ate, we chatted about everything and nothing, reminiscing about the past, and sharing updates on our lives. As the evening wore on, the concern etched deeper in my parents’ faces, and my brothers watched me with furrowed brows.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mason asked.
“Really, I’m just glad this will all be over soon.” I forced a smile onto my face. The lie tasted bitter on my tongue, but I couldn’t bear to burden them with the truth.
“Promise us you’ll be careful,” Michael said in a soft voice.
“Of course,” I assured him, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand. “I promise.”
Once the night drew to a close, I hugged each of them tightly. This might be our last moment together. My heart ached with the secret I carried, but I held fast to the belief that my sacrifice would keep them safe.
“Take care of yourself, little sister,” Mason said into my ear as he hugged me goodbye.
“Always,” I said, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. With one final glance at the home that had been my sanctuary for so long, I turned away, steeling myself for the battle that lay ahead.
I left my parents’ home with my decision settled on me like a shroud, threatening to suffocate me beneath its crushing burden. Ty and Liam were oblivious to my true intentions, and that knowledge tore at me like razor-sharp talons. They couldn’t know—not when so much was at risk.
“Are you ready to head back?” the guard asked, breaking through my tumultuous thoughts.
“Let’s go.” I blew out a breath.
Castro was cunning, but I would not let him win. For Sabrina, for my family, and for myself, I was going to end this.
As I approached the estate, the sight of it filled me with bittersweet emotions. It was a haven in the midst of chaos, and yet tonight, it might become a symbol of loss. The soft glow of the porch light beckoned me inside, and I braced myself.
“Hey,” Ty said as I entered, clearly relieved to have me back in his sight. “How was your time with your family?”
“Good,” I said softly, trying to act as normal as possible. “I needed that.” How should someone act when they were lying to their mate before a big, dangerous rescue mission?
“Come here,” he said, opening his arms.
I melted into his embrace, savoring his strength around me.
This was the calm before the storm. It swirled around us as we sat together in our bedroom. Knowing what I had planned and that I’d be going into danger fueled the fire that burned between us.
I leaned up and kissed him greedily. “Fuck me, Ty.”
“Are you sure? Now?” Ty breathed.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. There was no turning back now. As I stepped closer to him, the scent of him wrapped around me, intoxicating me even more. “I need you,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “Now, more than ever.”
His lips found mine, and it was as if a dam had burst inside me, unleashing a torrent of passion and longing.
Our mouths moved hungrily against each other, tongues tangling, and teeth nipping, as if we couldn’t get enough. Ty’s hands roamed over my body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I clawed at his shirt, desperate to feel the hard planes of his chest beneath my palms.
“Off,” I gasped, pulling away from him just long enough to yank his shirt up and over his head.
He complied without hesitation, revealing the muscular expanse of his torso. I let out a shaky breath, drinking in the sight of him. His broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and rippling abs were a testament to his strength and power, and I wanted all of it.
Without waiting for permission, I pressed my lips to his collarbone, trailing warm kisses along the curve of his neck before working my way down his chest. He shuddered beneath me, his hands tangling in my hair, urging me on.
“Please,” he whispered, his voice strained with need. “Liza, please.”
I couldn’t deny him anything. Lowering myself to my knees, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, tugging them down along with his boxers, until he stood before me, fully exposed. My eyes widened at the sight of his impressive length, but I didn’t hesitate. I wanted to taste him.
Taking him into my mouth, I savored his taste on my tongue, the velvety smoothness of his flesh contrasting with the hard steel beneath.
Ty groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair as I began to move, taking him deeper with each stroke.
His breathing grew ragged as I increased my pace, and soon he was thrusting in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck.” He gasped, his hips bucking involuntarily. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“I want you to taste me, too,” I panted, feeling a desperate need for more of him. He hesitated for only a moment before his eyes darkened with desire.
He pushed me back and crawled onto the bed, settling his head between my legs.
His fingers teased the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before he lowered his mouth to me, his tongue darting out to lap at the folds of my sex.
I gasped, arching into him as pleasure coiled in my belly, then spread through my veins like wildfire.
Ty’s tongue explored every inch of me until I was writhing beneath him. He teased and tantalized with each stroke, driving me further and further over the edge until I was hanging on tightly, desperate for release.
When I could take no more, I shattered into a million pieces as a wave of sheer ecstasy crashed over me.
It wasn’t enough.
“Ty,” I whispered. I couldn’t muster my voice any louder. “I need you inside me.”
He pulled away from me, his eyes blazing with lust and something deeper—a bond that went beyond the physical, tying us together on a primal level. Wordlessly, he positioned himself at my entrance, his gaze never leaving mine as he thrust into me.
The sensation was indescribable. It was if all my senses were heightened, and every nerve ending was alive with pleasure. Ty moved slowly yet deeply, filling me completely as we joined in a rhythm as old as time itself.
My breaths came out in rasps as my body responded to his every thrust, the intensity escalating with each passing second.
Ty groaned against me, his hands gripping my hips as I tightened around him.
Suddenly, I was soaring, my whole being consumed by a wave of pleasure that left me trembling and gasping for more.
My body was alive, and my heart stopped as Ty moved. He trembled, his control slipping as we built toward something beautiful and divine. His eyes never left mine, the intensity of his gaze only adding to the intensity of the moment.
“Ty!” I cried out, feeling myself on the brink of something extraordinary. “Please, don’t stop!”
“Never,” he panted, his voice strained with desire. He drove himself into me one final time, pushing us both over the brink and into oblivion.
The force of my orgasm sent shockwaves through my entire body.
Our cries of ecstasy rang out in unison, our bodies shaking with the force of our release.
As the world slowly came back into focus, Ty’s arms were around me again, holding me close as we fought to catch our breaths.
“Whatever happens tomorrow,” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead, “know that I love you, Liza.”
“Always,” I murmured back, guilt niggling at my gut.
When Ty finally fell asleep, his body satiated and relaxed against mine, I gently disentangled myself from his embrace, careful not to wake him, and I silently climbed out of bed and began to move.
With my resolve steeled, I took one last look at Ty’s sleeping form.
He looked so peaceful in slumber, his chest rising and falling with each steady breath.
I pushed down the guilt at keeping my true intentions from him.
As much as it hurt me, involving them would only put everyone at greater risk.
“Please let this work,” I whispered, praying to whatever divine force might be listening. “Keep him safe.”
Though Castro was cunning and ruthless, he could also be predictable. Every move he’d made so far had been calculated, every step planned in advance. If there was one thing I knew about him, it was that he loved poetic justice. It was both his greatest strength and his Achilles’ heel.