“Copy, I’ll go get cleaned up. Then I will get all of the gear around.” I give him a nod and I head out of the living room. I take the stairs two at a time. I know that it will take a little bit for the team to get here, but I want to get everything ready. We will have our girl and her best friend back before the end of the day.
It is only eight in the morning, and this time of year the sun is just rising to chase out the night. The frost on the grass sparkles as the sun is just barely warming the November air. I climb into my shower, remembering all the times that Hutch and Nyx have fucked in here. This room has become our joint room, all three of us sleep here more often than not.
While she has been gone, I have done some upgrades to this room. The bed being the main one. It has been changed out to a double king. I have custom ordered a frame that keeps both mattresses pushed together and a topper that you can’t feel the gap in the middle. Also, there are a few bookshelves along the wall perpendicular to the windows so the books don’t get direct sunlight. Next to Nyx’s bookshelves is a miniature version of Hutch’s computer set-up. It doesn’t have all his bells and whistles, but I want to make sure he has space to work in here if he wants. Graham hasn’t seen my upgrades yet, being locked inhis room working since she has been gone. I can’t wait to share it with both of them.
My dick hardens remembering the sweet noises Nyx made the morning before she was taken. Hutch brought her into the shower, she was splayed out on the bench. His tongue lapped at her core. Her sweet moans echoed out to me while I was in the closet getting dressed to head into the office.
“Fuck, get yourself together, Demitri. We don’t have time for this.” I say out loud to myself, before grabbing my shampoo and start to shower. Willing my dick to go down because we do not have time for me to give into him.
Taking the quickest shower of my life, using my shampoo like body wash. Doesn’t every guy do that? I grab the charcoal gray towel hanging on the wall and start to dry off my body. Throwing on some black cargo pants, the ones used for our private jobs, a long sleeved black shirt and, surprise, a black hoodie. Not that I think Nick and Jack will get the jump on us, but you can’t see blood on black. Ours or theirs.
I run down the stairs and make my way to the basement. Walking over to the large steel door and start entering the passcode in. This door has not only a passcode but also a barometric scanner. Once the keypad glows green, the handprint scanner lights up. I slap my large hand on the scanner, and I hear the locks disengage.
This safe belongs in a bank, but we store our weapons here, well at least the ones not in the shooting range building.
“Three sniper rifles, extra rounds for those, let’s do ten handguns, two for each of us.” I keep talking to myself while I pull out the gear I think we will need. Of course, I will show everyone what I have pulled, and I will grab anything else they may want.
“Hey Dee, Aly is here, and I’m sure the guys aren’t far behind her. What have you gotten out so far?”
I go through the list, Hutch grabs a few smoke bombs, and flash bangs. It might disable Nyx, but we will be able to get to her without Nick and Jack seeing us. Loading everything into two stereotypical huge black duffle bags you see in every action movie ever and we haul them upstairs.
Once we are upstairs, we hear David’s truck pulling down the driveway. Hutch lets them into the house, all of us a set of matching, all black, GI Joes. Or in Alyra’s case, GI Jane. Callum comes in the back sliding glass door, armed to the teeth. I can see four handguns strapped to him from here. I’m sure he has one or two hidden knives strapped to his boots. I give him an understanding nod.
“Alright, Devil Dogs, Big Hutch has found where we think they have the girls. It’s about a three-hour drive North and we should probably load into vehicles that can do a little off-roading.”
The six of us all formulate a plan. Aly is here just in case the girls can’t tolerate males right away. She’s going to bring the cargo van. It’s rigged to be a mini ambulance. We can treat most minor injuries in the back, and it will give the girls a space to curl up in. Plus, she’s kind of a badass. She will join Cal and I to break into the cabin. David and Jason will take point with the sniper rifles, and Graham will oversee everything with drones from the van. Ready to be back-up if needed.
“Alright, load up! Let’s go get our girls!” Graham shouts. Yes, even though we aren’t dating Kyra, Cal has a huge crush on her, and she is Nyx’s best friend so therefore she is our girl too!
CHAPTER 49
NYX
Consciousness starts to make me aware of where I am again. The cuffs chafing my wrists and ankles. Still in the leggings and sports bra combo I put on over a week ago. The smell that radiates off my body makes me gag. I am not sure how Nick can even stand to be near me.
I avoid making too much noise and letting him know that I am awake. Jack and Nick must be sitting in the living room. I can smell fresh brewed coffee lingering in the air, and my mouth waters.God, what I would give for one of those coffees Dee makes.
“They are going to find our connection eventually, Nick. You need to decide what we are going to do with the girls.” Jack sounds concerned.
I was honestly shocked to find out that Jack and Nick are related. A little tidbit of knowledge I picked up when they thought I wasn’t listening. Nick responds to Jack’s concerns, but I can’t make out his actual words. I’m hoping Jack is right and Graham is on his tail.
“Nick, do you understand that Hutchinson doesn’t play by the rules when it comes to his hacking? He will do what is needed to find his woman.”
Bleh, I don’t like the phrase “his woman”. It makes me feel like he owns me. While yes I am his and Demitri’s, I’d rather be his girlfriend, his love, something less archaic.
“It’s after eight, I am waking up my Baby Girl. It’s time to play.”
Gag.
Fuck, what can I do? Play dead? No, I'm not a damn possum. Think Nyx. What will protect both of us? Goddamn it, I have nothing. This may be it. He’s managed to keep his tiny cock away from me this whole time, but patience is running thin.
“Baby Girl,” his voice is sickly sweet. “Good morning, are you hungry?” If I didn’t know better, I would think he was actually caring.
“Good morning, Nick.” I refuse to play pretend and act like I used to, but I will be nice enough to save the abuse, hopefully. “I would love some breakfast. Also, can I use the bathroom, please?”
He nods his head and walks over to unlock the cuffs at my wrists and ankles. I stand on Bambi legs, and stumble my way to the bathroom. The floor is cold and rough on my feet. I catch a glimpse of the sun reflecting off the fresh snow on the ground.
I relieve myself and stand to wash my hands. I stare at the shower, wishing I could at least take a quick shower. What I wouldn’t give for Graham to wash my hair again. I let myself daydream of my last day at home.
