The fates were against me today. A trip that should have taken only thirty minutes to complete, it’s been over two hours and I was still fvcking stuck in traffic. Why today of all days?
In hindsight, it was kind of poetic. I mean, I was already having the day from hell, so why not just add insult to my injury? I tried Josie’s number again while I stewed in the traffic that was at a complete standstill, but she still wasn’t picking.
Forty terribly long minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot of Braille enterprises. The original building had been demolished, but after four years of hard work, the right connections and several loans, Arthur Braille had bought not one but two large warehouses and turned them into the company headquarters.
“Good morning Mr. Callahan.” Roxie, the receptionist, smiled when I walked into the office building.
“Morning Roxie. Is Josie here?” I asked impatien
Grayson's POV(Continued) The sun had been banished for the day by the time the huge pointed tips of the coven’s gate came into view. I had driven past the beginning of their territory ten minutes ago but I was still nowhere close to getting to the main building. “Call Jo.” I ordered my computer even as I turned the headlights on. It was getting dark pretty fast and I’ve yet to see another soul. Entering the Blood Shadow coven without invitation was trespassing but I was banking on the fact that they couldn’t attack me in the presence of Josie and if she claimed me as her guest, then I would be in the clear. It rang and rang but still no one picked up. I drove up behind enormous black gates that gave no clue whatsoever to what lay behind them, only that it must be extremely vast, given that the walls were long enough to cover an estate. Fvck it. I waited for the c
Josie's POV“The decor is so nice.” Charlotte Woods, my best friend of eight years, appraised as she sipped her cappuccino. I didn’t glance around to check if her assertion was correct or say anything in disagreement. “Why are you so quiet? It’s freaking me out. You are never quiet.”“In a few hours, I face the man who took my father and I can’t even get him punished for what he has done.” My hands trembled a little as I dropped my tea cup on the saucer a little too hard. I preferred coffee any time of the day but I was a little too keyed up for coffee at the moment.She raised a perfectly painted checkered color finger at me. “One, you have nothing to prove that he took your dad. Two, whatever punishment he will be given should be after we have your father home safe and sound.” She raised her shoulder in a delicate shr
Josie's POV (Continued)“What?”“I called you a coward.”“Why would you say that to me? You know very well that I am no coward.” Yeesh. Reckless, impulsive, fearless, these are all words that various people have ascribed to me in my lifetime, but no one would even dare to think of the word coward and me in the same context.“Do you remember when we were in the university and I couldn’t step past the doorway or how I would become crippled with fear each time a boy spoke to me? You used to call me a coward and a slave to my fears. You reminded me that brother Mordechai was now in jail and punished for his crimes and there was no need to punish myself for something he did? You made me go to the therapist and even went on dates with me so I could feel safe.”Yes, I knew all that. Charlotte’s family was v
Josieès POV(Continued)Once the debacle was over, I would have no reason to stay. I would still be stuck at home with no prospect and have a front row seat to the moony eyes they will make at each other. But the thought of not seeing Grayson everyday was torture. The only way I could guarantee that I would see him regularly was if I stayed where Anna was.Swallowing thickly, I tried to find my voice. “I. It’s a nice offer but,”She grasped my hands and squeezed reassuringly. “Think about it. You don’t have to decide right now. “ Her phone rang before I could form a reply. Char checked her phone and grimaced before she picked the call. “Good afternoon pastor James.” Her fake, barely there smile disappeared at whatever news pastor James was giving her.Pastor James was the pastor in charge of the parish her parents atte
Josie's POVThe house was still as dark and menacing as I remembered. A lot of cars were parked, not many. About a dozen or so. Vladimir was not hosting a party was he? Eh, that’s good news for me to be honest. Safety in numbers and all that. I was wearing a checkered shirt and jeans with my blue flats. But my hair was styled and I was wearing light makeup, that had to count for something right? Today of all days, I had to be underdressed to attend a party with people who were possibly the makers and shakers in our……. I smacked myself in the head viciously. The driver glanced at me sharply in the rearview mirror but didn’t say anything, simply adjusting it unnecessarily. What the hell was wrong with me? I was here to secure my father’s release, not wine and dine his kidnapper. My phone chose this exact moment to ring and I answered the call without checking the caller's identity. I
Josie's POVMy dad was not a perfect man, nor a perfect husband. Mum says dad is a bad husband, right before she proclaims him as the love of her life. I didn’t think dad was a bad husband, he tried his best for us but he and mum made a truly awful couple. I didn’t doubt that they loved each other dearly. Its just that their marriage was like being addicted to cocaine. No matter the high it brings for a while, the havoc it wreaks was longer lasting and extensive. My parents’ marriage is like that. They loved each other, that much I don’t doubt but without a doubt, those two brought out the absolute worst out in each other. Being alone in the same space turns them both into rabid monsters with only one intent; Hurting each other as much as possible. It started with verbal barbs intent to decimate their target, but lately, it was devolving into the physical, with mum alw
Josie's POVI truly hoped I was not about to watch live porn. I quickly looked away when he approached her kneeling form. If she started moaning, I was hightailing it the fvck out of here. She didn’t moan, but she squeaked -very loudly. My head whipped back to find him rubbing her butt very gently. He’d just spanked her. In front of several people. Some conversation took place between them before he started hitting her again, very rapidly. I winced in sympathy on her behalf even if she looked like she was high on the hits. How could anyone find being spanked like a child in front of other people arousing? That sounded like a recipe for utter humiliation to me. The spanks went on for so long, I turned away from them, something about the way his hands were moving disturbed me a great deal. The harlot in my head was trying to convey something to me, mostly in the form of my dampening panties but I shut he
Josie's POVI turned to Vladimir to ask him about the kneeling people and found him half turned away from me. He was reading something on his phone but then pocketed it with a self satisfied smile. What news had he been given? Did it have something to do with me? with my father? He looked at his watch -how the hell was he seeing in here?- before mouthing the words ‘go time.’Why did I get the feeling that the last hour had been a ploy to stall for time. If that was true, what was Vladimir Sedof waiting for?.He turned to me with a rather serene smile. “Would you like to play a game?” His voice dripped of innuendo, though I failed to pick up on what it was.“No. I am here to talk about my father.”“I know you are Jo. Can I call you Josie?”“You just did.” I replied sardonically. I didn’t