Chapter 19
Kipp
I can’t sleep.
Won’t eat.
All I can do is think.
About Bunny.
Our baby.
Is she okay?
Is he okay?
How long will they be okay?
And if they broke my ribs, were willing to kill my ignition – in my own fucking shop – what are they willing to do them?
What’s to stop them from doing worse?
Will they?
Won’t they?
What kind of fucking Christine worshipping blockheads willingly kidnap a pregnant woman?!
Groans of discomfort escape as I slightly shift my back against the pillows keeping me propped up.
Fuck, it feels like I’m trying to rest on a goddamn garage creeper.
Huh.
I think that shit might actually be more fucking comfortable than this.
Definitely would feel safer.
More secure.
I always do under a car.
Or under a hood.
Or under my fiancés.
“You should be sleepin’,” Nolan mirthfully scolds, prompting me to open my eyes, not the least bit surprised to see him strutting in to check on me.
Rather than state the obvious, I casually challenge, “Yeah? So should you.”
He grunts.
Continues his trek around the bed to my side.
Kicks his chin at the untouched sandwich on a grumbled, “You should eat somethin’.”
“Yeah?” I mock at the same time my head hits the headboard. “So should you.”
“That’s it?” Nolan arrives near the bedside table. “You’re jus’ gonna pout in here like a spoiled brat?”
“You wouldn’t let me pout out there like your worried future husband.”
A loving but firm grasp is given to my chin. “ I don’t want you pouting period. ”
Cutting my attention elsewhere is ceased courtesy of a tighter hold.
“I want you sleepin’. I want you eatin’. I want you fuckin’ healin’, leavin’ me one less thing to stress about.” It’s impossible not lean into his touch. “I didn’t send your ass in here to punish you.” The corner of his lips kicks upward. “I would’ve jus’ put you over my knee for that.”
Light chuckles instantaneously spark louder murmurs of discomfort.
“Need another dose?” inquires my disheveled looking older half on a rattling of the bottle that’s in his other hand.
“Yeah.”
“ Eat. ”
Pushing his arm away precedes a huffed, “ You fucking serious right now? ”
“Like the Lambo purchasing process.”
Not glaring is impossible.
“Bunch of pain pills on an empty, dehydrated stomach , ain’t good, Kid.
” He flops down on the edge of the mattress beside me.
“And I didn’t have to go to med school to figure that shit out.
” There isn’t time for a retort, let alone a snarky one.
“Have a couple bites, some water, and then I’ll give you more meds. ”
No movement is made.
“ Or ,” he harshens his tone, “you can keep being fuckin’ stubborn and continue to suffer and I’ll leave with the pills.”
“I can just get ‘em myself.”
“I’ll put ‘em on the highest fuckin’ shelf possible.”
“ Nolan. ”
“One that requires me to use Rabbit’s stepstool.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“And then I’ll fuckin’ hide the stepstool downstairs somewhere in the shop.”
“That’s fucked up.”
“So’s you refusin’ to do the one thing I’m askin’.”
“Technically, eating and drinking are two things.” An urge to grin is almost given into. “ Sir. ”
“Good to know you’re passin’ math and naked arts and crafts.” Another chuckle threatens to takeover. “Could you pass snack time too?” My mouth lowers, prepared to continue to argue when he pleads, “ Please, Kid. ” Unfamiliar worry seeps into his stare. “ You’re gonna need your strength. ”
That’s true.
Whatever fight is ahead of us…whatever fight is needed for Bunny…our son…I’m gonna be in it.
Broken body parts or not.
I’m gonna be there to bring them home.
To go to war for my family.
To guarantee all of us cross the damn finish line.
Together.
Reaching for one half of the sandwich precedes me quietly investigating, “Any…um…Any news from Zero?”
He shakes his head.
“ None? ”
He shakes it again prior to gesturing at the food I’m gripping yet not eating. “Put it your mouth before I put something else in it.”
The sexual threat under normal circumstances would rev up something equally as cocky.
But not today.
Not now.
“How can you act like this?” I take a bite angrily.
“How you can you act like nothing’s fucking wrong?
!” Chomping down through the bread occurs a second time.
“Howcan yousithere and make jokes andthinkabout blowjobs insteadofour fucking girl?!” Two more chews are taken.
“Howcanyoubesofucking calmwhileshesout there scared?!Andhurt?!Anddying?! Beingtortured?!” The very end of the food is wedged into my mouth beside the others.
“ Whyarentyoupanickingmoreorlosingyourshitortryingtoripthemapaparttofindher?! ”
Nolan replies in the most unphased way possible. “ Chew. ”
Outrage floods my system, straightening my spine, pushing me to sit up straight only to be immediately met by more pain.
Pain that causes me to groan again.
Groans that are muffled by the contents stifling my ability to clearly speak.
Post furious grinding and necessary swallowing, I take the bottle of water Nolan’s offering me along with the two pills.
Cold water does its best to soothe my dry, scratchy throat as much as my worked-up temper.
“I’m calm,” Nolan gradually begins, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside me so I don’t have to, “because I need to be.” He slowly screws on the lid.
“Because now is not the time to be burnin’ a bunch of rubber jus’ to be burnin’ it, Kid.
” The bottle of pain killers is abandoned beside it.
“Me bein’ peel off into the night pissed doesn’t get me answers any faster.
Doesn’t fix you. Doesn’t save our woman or our son.
” His warm palm lovingly lands on my leg.
Protectively. “All that does is burn fuel I know Imma need later when it matters most, which is what I need you ,” he squeezes, “to get through that armored fuckin’ head of yours.
” Him scooting a little closer successfully lowers my shoulders.
“Rest now ‘cause there won’t be time later.”
Once more, my head dramatically hits the headboard. “How can I think about shit else but this? How we let this happen? How we didn’t see this coming?! How they could’ve killed me?! How-” His hand firmly landing on my crotch abruptly cuts off my speech on a guttural groan. “ What are you doing? ”
“ Giving you something else to think about, you filthy, little fuck. ”
I prepare to argue when my cock twitches against his palm proving he might be onto something.
“ Distracting you. ” The less than gentle tug curls my toes. “ Us. ”
“ Didn’t the uh… ” words do their best to form around groans of both pleasure and discomfort, “ doc say no…um…stren…um…strain…uh…something not…moving activities? ”
He devilishly chortles.
Squeezes tighter.
Slides down to cup my balls through my boxers, the only piece of clothing I happen to be wearing.
“ You won’t be doin’ the movin’. ” Working my dick through the slit is swiftly executed before I can even consider an alternative. “ At least not this time. ”
In one fluid motion, Nolan leans over and swallows me whole, engulfing my shaft in wet, hot heat that instantly has me melting into the mattress on a garbled, “ Ffffffuuuucccck… ”
Aches thrum notably around my ribs, but they’re new car easy to ignore.
Especially when my fiancé slides me back further.
Lets his throat ruthlessly constrict around my cock.
Chokes.
Gargles.
Gurgles.
Creates a symphony so depraved I can’t stop myself from shoving his head down to increase the volume of his deliriously, delicious strangling sounds.
Threading my fingers through his hair not only allows me to yank him upward, granting him air, but forces him back to the brink where the only thing he can taste and breathe and think about is me.
Power – unexpected power – shoots through my grip that’s guiding him up and down.
Up and down.
Faster.
Harder.
Harsher.
Regardless of the piercing pangs building in my side, there’s no stopping my hips from jerking upward.
Meeting my savage shoves.
Controlling the uneven rate at which he gags.
Gasps.
“ Now, who’s the filthy fuck, Sir ?” leaves me between hisses and unrelenting bucks.
“ The greedy, little fuckin’ whore? ” My stare becomes heavy.
Hooded. “ You wanna swallow for me? ” Spit spews past the stretched corners of his mouth, rushing for his neck where I can literally see my cock cutting off his ability to speak.
“ You wanna be my fuckin’ cum dumpster? ” Contorting my toes is followed by the tightening of my calves.
And thighs. My ass cheeks. “ Huh? ” I continue to mercilessly bob his head in between banging my own against the hard piece of furniture.
“ Is that what you fuckin’ want? ” From volume to boorishness, everything increases, exponentially.
“ Be a good, old fuck and let me see that shit on your tongue. ” It’s impossible to stop my balls from clapping in approval or my shaft from swelling in surrender when I yank him back.
“ Let me see that shit on your face. ” The first scorching spurt that shoots out is accompanied by a gritted teeth grunt; however, the next, the one that lands on his mouth rather than in it, freely escapes into the air as I crazily watch cum ceaselessly cover his chin and cheeks and eventually his stretched-out tongue.
Between seeing so much white and feeling so little stress, I find myself mindlessly muttering, “ Fffuuuuckkkkk, I love you, Nolan… ”
I expect him to repeat it.
Not shove his tongue into my mouth.
Not leave me no choice in tasting myself.
Needy and greedy and feral groans rattle my chest as our tongues whirl around one another restoring the balance of power.
Sanity.
Peace.
“That was the hottest shit I’ve ever seen in real life,” a voice unexpectedly states, successfully infiltrating the moment. In tandem our faces turn to where Garcia is leaning against the doorframe. “ Respectfully. ”
“You couldn’t respectfully fucking knock?” I bitterly bite while trying to shove my dick back into my boxers.
“I did.” He lets the corners of his mouth twitch in amusement. “ Twice. ”
I cut Nolan a glance, assuming he’ll quickly wipe his face, that he’s embarrassed to be seen like he is, yet find myself to be surprised again – and oddly relieved – when he doesn’t. “We wake your ass up?”
“No.” Garcia tips his head towards the kitchen. “Zero did.”
“He finally got somethin’?”
Our attorney nods and dismisses himself back in the direction he came.
Using my discarded shirt, Nolan cleans his face, plants a chaste kiss on my lips, and then gingerly assists me into the kitchen where I settle into the chair beside the man, I can’t believe watched his best friend blow me.
I kinda like that he did.
It was almost like a pop the trunk moment to show off what you’re sporting under your hood that no one else will ever get to drive.
I kinda like doing that too.
So do Boat and Butler.
Guess it’s a car dude thing.
“Tell us what you’ve got,” Garcia commands to the man on the other end of his phone.
Zero takes a swig out of his almost empty two-liter bottle of orange soda and switches the camera to face his computer screens. “This is what I’m calling Kidnapageddon.”
“Not your best work,” warmly chortles the male I’m starting to think might have feelings for him.
Quickly swapping the view back around, he grumbles, “I am too overworked and under Cheeze-Ited for that shit right now.”
“I’ll get you a Costco box of gratitude.”
“ Dos .”
“Agreed.”
Zero flirtatiously winks and flips the view again.
“We knew the McAdams were going to be coming after their offspring made travel accommodations Mommy Craziest didn’t agree with, but what we didn’t know was that she was going to tap outside resources,” he points with his right finger to the far right screen, “to secure her discreet communication tools – or burners for those that haven’t been raiding a secure private military company for the past couple of hours. ”
“Private military company?” Nolan loudly questions.
“I’ll get there,” Zero swiftly insists. “Alright, so, the mistress of Satan gets house staff to grab her – and who I’m gonna guess was Bear Food McAdams – a couple burners during one of their routine household outings, here.
” He taps something and a security feed screenshot from an electronic store pops up.
“The move initially didn’t stick out as suspicious and stuck out even lesser considering it was the holiday, but after deeper diving, it seems to be this – along with whatever emergency cash they had on hand – is what has allowed them to move about freely without much of a digital footprint.
This is also the purchase that allowed her to be in contact with Dr. Guede – the doctor Hans over charged me with providing the name of who supplies her with any and every drug she could dream, including ones tailored to subdue but not harm a pregnant woman – as well as Fyght or Flyght – a private military company that moonlights in smaller, high dollar rescues, extractions, or at times exterminations for extremely wealthy clients – all without our knowledge. ”
“They’re gonna kill Bunny?!” is squawked on a painful propelling forward.
“Unlikely,” explains the hacker during a couple more clicks.
“Aside from what McCrazy ordered from Guede – who I am definitely gonna need to keep an eye on going forward – the payment to Fyght or Flyght – which I tracked through a number of shell corporations including one in Switzerland where I may now be wanted for an accidental attempted digital bank robbery – suggests they were hired for locating and extraction only .”
“That’s good,” Garcia insists a little too quickly.
“Yeah, but it’s not.” Zero puts himself back into the frame. “You remember the whole deliver your pizza in thirty minutes or less or it’s free shit they claim existed in the 90s or whatever?”
“ It did exist, ” sighs the man who owns the phone.
A small smile is fought from the orange soda lover.
“Fyght or Flyght has a similar policy. They have thirty-six hours from mission launch to accomplish their objective – primarily to keep their soldiers along with their transport vehicles available and accessible for more pressing operations – or they have to completely forfeit the contract funds.”
Dread doesn’t hesitate to replace the discomfort in my body.
“They’ve only got twelve hours left to complete their orders. And the lead dude?” He clicks a couple keys and kicks his thumb to the side of him, showing off a picture of the man who almost killed me. “ He’s never failed an assignment. ”