Chapter 76 – Mitchell
MITCHELL
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, sitting back in my seat as I take in the two names on my screen along with the information I’ve managed to find that led me to them.
To the two people responsible for Johnathan finding and kidnapping Jace and Mari-Bonnie.
Among it is the call log from Johnathan’s phone. In the past two weeks there’s over one hundred calls between him and the men he employed, supporting Juniper’s comment about him being paranoid.
Outside of those calls, there’s only one other number that shows up. A single incoming call a week before Charlie and Jace arrived in town lasting less than two minutes, followed by an outgoing call just minutes after the kidnapping.
When I looked into the number, it eventually led me to a cheap prepaid phone purchased using a gift card. A gift card that was paid for just minutes beforehand using their personal bank card.
If that wasn’t enough, I managed to recover the deleted emails between them and the private investigator they hired two months ago. In it, they proclaimed to be distraught parents looking for their daughter who ran off, just wanting to know where she was and if she was okay.
Honestly, it says more about the private investigator than anything that he took them at their word and accepted the job.
The last email he sent to them contained what he could gather about her location, which thankfully didn’t include an address. Although, if it had and they’d tried to kidnap them here, they never would have succeeded.
Fuck. I shake my head, clearing those thoughts. There’s no sense in going over ‘what ifs’ and ‘what could have beens.’
He attached a photo of her dropping Charlotte off at school, apologising for not being able to get their address or a contact number but when they responded, they told him what he got was more than fine. They were just happy to know she was okay.
What a load of shit. Ten minutes later, they called Johnathan.
“It was them, wasn’t it?” Bonnie’s question comes quietly from behind me and when I look over my shoulder, she has her hand rested on the back of my chair, her eyes locked on my screens.
A fire fills her eyes the longer she stares at her name, and she scoffs, shaking her head. “They’re the reason Jace got hurt? That he nearly died? That for the second time in my life, someone tried to steal my freedom?”
Behind her, Charlie and Jace stand in the doorway, their hair still ruffled with sleep as they watch Bonnie with wide, concerned eyes.
“This is my life.” She squares her shoulders, lifting her chin. “Not theirs. Not Johnathan’s and certainly not Michael’s.” My eyebrows rise and I turn to face her fully. This isn’t the first time she’s spoken his name, but it is the first time she’s said it with a complete lack of fear.
I smile, proud that she’s no longer scared of the ghosts of her past. “They don’t get to take what is mine,” she declares, hitting her chest with her palm to emphasise her point.
“Charlotte is mine. Jace is mi-” her voice cuts off and her chest heaves with panting breath as she turns to face the doorway.
Jace pulls away from Charlie, stepping further into the room. “Finish that sentence,” he tells her breathlessly, his eyes filled with awe.
Bonnie looks at me. At Charlie. At Jace. “You are mine. All three of you, you’re mine. They don’t get to take me from you anymore than they get to take you from me. It’s about time they learned that.”
My hands tighten around the armrest of my chair until my grip is almost painful. Watching and listening to her lay her claim, not just on us but on herself with such conviction has my restraint waning, my jeans tightening and my heart pounding.
“I want them to know my freedom is not for sale. I am not for sale. I am not some thing to be kept in a cage; my pain sold for someone else’s gain or pleasure.”
The fury in her eyes simmers into a calculating glint and a smile breaks free. Not a happy one, or even a smug one. Not this is pure retribution. “But first…I want them to feel comfortable.” Her voice turns deceptively light and Charlie and Jace frown in confusion, but I don't.
I stare up at the woman in front of me. The one Michael and Johnathan tried and failed to break. The one who came out of that basement the person she was always meant to be.
I watch as she finally sheds the last remnants of fear she’s clung to since the day I found her in the middle of the road.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask, rising to my feet.
“I want them to feel comfortable,” she repeats. “I want them to stop looking over their shoulders and out their windows, wondering if today is the day the police come for them for their hand in my kidnapping.
“I want them to believe they got away with it. That they’re free. Safe.
“And then, I want them to look me in the eye as I rip it out from under them. I want to see the panic and fear that Michael wore right before he died. When he finally realised I am not what he tried to break me into.
“I want to see the moment they realise they never should have fucking tried to hurt me or the people I love.”
The people she loves. She loves us. Me.
I’m across the room before I can even form a thought, cupping my hands on either side of her face and tilting it up so she can see the conviction and promise in my eyes. “No. They shouldn’t have.”
I slam my lips down on hers. Her hands come up to cover mine, but she doesn’t pull them away. She steps closer, meeting me with the same level of ferocity that’s running through my veins with her declaration.
Our tongues and teeth clash and I lower my hands, reaching behind her to grab her cheeks in my palms. I pull her flush against me, loving the feel of her breasts against my chest and my cock straining in my pants to get closer to her.
A groan works its way up my throat, and I lift her into the air. She instinctively wraps her legs around me and I walk us forward until I can set her down on the dresser against the wall.
“They’ll pay for everything,” I swear, my hands bracing against the wall behind her. She reaches up between us, gripping my shirt and tugging me toward her at the same time she digs her heels into my arse, and I go willingly.
Distantly, I’m aware of Jace grumbling about wanting to stay and watch as Charlie coaxes him out of the room under the guise of changing his dressings. But then Bonnie’s hands fumble with my belt and nothing else matters.
I hiss out as she reaches inside my pants, wrapping her cool hands around my shaft and she lets out a soft giggle which I cut off with my mouth, thrusting into her palm when she tightens her grip slightly, running her hand up and down my cock.
Without warning, she releases me and shoves using her foot, pushing me back enough that she can hop down from the dresser. Before I can react, she’s sinking to her knees, pulling my jeans and boxers down enough that my cock springs free and she wraps her lips around my shaft.
“Holy fuck,” I choke out, feeling the hot, wet heat of her mouth when she swallows me whole, then slowly pulls off, running her tongue against my shaft and swirling it around the sensitive skin of my head.
My legs start to tremble with the fire that incites, looking down at her as she looks up at me with wide, hungry eyes. Then she sinks back down to the hilt, swallowing around me and taking me even further.
My hips jerk before I can stop them, and I run my hands through her hair, ready to pull her off when she starts sucking. Hard.
Seconds away from embarrassing myself by coming too soon, I gently pull her off, panting hard. She smirks up at me, using her thumb to wipe away the bit of precum that catches on her lip. Without looking away from me, she sucks her thumb into her mouth, releasing it with a pop.
Her lips are swollen, her hair a mess from my grip and her eyes are glazed over. I pull her to her feet, pressing my lips to hers and coaxing them open so I can savour the taste of both of us on her tongue.
With my hands on her hips, I tighten my grip and lift her up, tossing her into the air with a startled squeal and stepping between her open legs as she lands on the dresser once more.
Her squeal turns into a moan when I run my hands up her body, brushing against her hardened nipples.
A full body shiver runs through her body, and she arches her back.
Leaning down, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking on it through her thin pyjama shirt and leaving a wet patch before doing the same with the other.
My hands run back down her body, keeping my touch light as my hands skim over the outside of her thighs and over her knees before running back up the inside.
She lets out a whimper when I get close enough to feel the heat radiating from her core. Her whimper turns into an adorably, frustrated growl and she snaps her thighs closed as I change direction.
“I swear to fuck Mitchell, if you even think about teasing me, I’m gonna-” I crush my lips to hers again, cutting off whatever threat she was going to give and distracting her enough that I’m able to easily pry her legs open again.
Before she catches on, I grip her pyjama shorts and pull out, ripping them from the seam between her legs and exposing her to me. She lets out a startled gasp, her pupils blown wide as the sound of fabric tearing meets our ears.
I keep my eyes on hers as I kneel down, making me eye level with her glistening pussy and I lick a path through her folds.
“Oh God,” she breathes out, a hand coming to the back of my head and pulling me closer so she can grind down on my face.
My cock twitches painfully at the pleasure filled noises she’s making, and she wraps her legs around my head, trapping me there. Not that it’s necessary. There is not a thing in this world that would make me willingly pull away before I get to taste her orgasm on my tongue.