As soon as they pull up outside her apartment building, Devyn’s heart beats wildly. The last time she was here, she had a gun to her throat. Kieran sees her pale and turns towards her, “If you’re uncomfortable with coming back here, we can leave, love.” He says and takes her hand in his, but she shakes her head. “This is my home. If I don’t face my demons now, I never will.” She says and notices the gleam in Kieran’s eyes.
“That’s my girl,” he remarks with a smile before getting out and opening the door for her. “I won’t go in with you, Clarissa would have an aneurysm.” He says before giving her a kiss on her cheek and getting back into his car. Giving her one last smile and wink, he drives off in that extremely flashy car of his.
Devyn braces herself, takes a deep breath and enters her apartment building. She knew Clarissa was bouncing off the walls with curiosity already and would wan
It has been one year of bliss for Devyn and she wondered when she would come down from her high. Kieran has shown her things, filthy things that she would never think of uttering to Clarissa. Being a submissive was definitely not how they portrayed it in the media; it was not about being trapped, but about finding her own freedom in being bound. Everything they did was consensual, and Kieran would always stop as soon as things were getting too much for her. Then came what he called ‘Vanilla Sex.’ This Devyn loved above all else because Kieran worshipped her body in bed. There was a certain power that came with making a man like Kieran Teague be gentle and sensual like that. Clarissa was working at the bar as well, and Kieran matched her Rabbit Hole salary on Devyn’s account, something Clarissa was eternally grateful for. Devyn’s musical career seemed to find its footing as well. They offered her a one year contract with a record label, and Kieran urged her to
Devyn Move in with Kieran? For some reason this felt like a bigger step than getting collared by him; it felt more permanent. “Devyn?” He asks, and she looks up at him, now fully awake again. How would she answer him, and how would he react? “You just collared me and gave me explosive orgasms. Now you’re asking me to move in with you. Could you let me breathe for a second, babe?” She says, trying to make light of the situation, but truth be told, the thought scared her. She’s only ever lived with Clarissa. The thought of moving in with Kieran permanently made their relationship seem... final. He smiles at her. “Of course. Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” He says and plants a kiss on her forehead. Not long after that, she felt her eyelids get heavy, and dreamt of weddings, babies, and moving in with Kieran. When she woke up the next morning, Kieran’s space next to her was empty. She sighs, a lot happened las
KieranKieran walks out of Mt Sinai Hospital in a daze. He had a son; he knew it in his gut that Killian was his - the child had his eyes, the Teagues all had those eyes. How would he broach this subject with Devyn? They had just made progress in their relationship and now he would introduce yet another hurdle. Should he tell her about the child now, or when the paternity tests were in?He wonders if she would stick around after this. If she didn’t, he would understand but there was no way that he would abandon his son. That wasn’t how he was brought up; he would never leave family behind.Heading towards his offices, he opts to drown himself in more work today - He might lose Devyn tonight, but in that loss, he would gain a son... Was he ready for the change?Devyn“No fucking way,” Clarissa says when she sees Devyn walking in with the collar around her neck. It was dainty and gave little a
Devyn Devyn watched Kieran sleeping next to her and breathe out a heavy sigh. Tonight was the first time since they’ve been together that they went to bed without making love and it was partially her fault because she felt no desire to be intimate. She loved Kieran with all her heart, but this new hurdle scared her. Raised by an alcoholic and abusive father, she wasn’t sure she could give the child the love Kieran would expect of her. She walks over to the large windows and looked out at the city skyline, deep in thought. Children were never in her immediate future with Kieran, and yet one would be thrust into their lives. Kieran made it clear to her that even if Killian was not his, he would still take the child in so either way it would force her to play mother to him. She looked at the time and saw that it was 2 am. Clarissa would be closing up soon. Glancing over at Kieran who was in a deep sleep, a sad smile crosses her face and she knew
Devyn New Orleans was always beautiful in October. Devyn stood in front of her childhood home with a lump in her throat. She hadn’t been back here since she was 17. This was at the height of her father’s abuse: she started looking more like her mother and he was looking at her differently. She hopped from shelter to shelter until she eventually turned 18 and started waitressing to earn her way through life - and she hasn’t stopped. Devyn walks up towards the house with her only luggage bag and poised her hand to knock. This was it, the prodigal daughter returning, and she wondered if her mother would hold her at fault for leaving. Alana Reilly never made excuses for what her husband did to both her and her daughter, but she never left the abuse. Devyn never forgave her mother for her weakness. After knocking for a while, no one opened the door. This was when she noticed the pile of letters on the porch and the severely overgro
Devyn Devyn arrives in Ontario the following day and bought herself a car from a dealership, one that didn’t scream ‘I have money’. It felt so strange to buy a car clean off the show room floor, pay for it in full and driving out feeling like a million bucks. Well, in Devyn’s case 50 million. She was on her way driving to her mother’s cottage, which, according to the lawyers, had to be cleaned out and aired once a month, as per her mother’s request. During her drive up to the cottage, she wondered why her mother never ran away with her and came to live in Ontario. She was certain they would have been happier up here; happier and safe. Devyn shakes her head sadly. Her mother loved a monster after all these and decided to take his beatings all the years instead of escaping with her only daughter. She hadn’t opened the envelope that contained the details of her biological father, deciding to rather do it this evening when she arrived at
Devyn stared at the book her mother left her. Although it wasn’t just any book; it was a diary left to her. She grew terrified of opening it because if the last 48 hours proved anything; it was that she didn’t know who her mother was at all.Grabbing a bottle of wine from the cellar (She found this gem yesterday) and a glass, she got comfortable on the sofa and opened her mother’s diary, wondering what she would find out now. A picture fell out of the diary, which Devyn held up and smiled at; it was her mother on stage doing what she loved and looking happier than she had ever seen her look. Her scarlet hair fell down her back in waves and she looked simply ethereal. A sense of sadness took over Devyn’s heart as she realised what her step father reduced her mother to. Then she started to read.18 January 1985I finally did it! I got a gig at a blues club tonight! The owner took an interest in me when I was ab
Kieran “Kieran! What the fuck have you done?!” Danielle walks in just as Kieran removed the blade from the Cartel member’s throat. He surveys the carnage with a smile and walks towards Danielle. “What? A little blood upsetting you?” He asks, wiping the blood from his hands. They just arrived in Chicago after another tipoff about Devyn went south. The criminal underworld got wind of Kieran’s bounty on Devyn’s head and everyone was trying to trick him. This was the second Cartel sect to try their luck by getting him alone. Many MC gangs tried before now they were all burned to ash. Danielle walks towards him and lands a slap on his face. “You’re a fucking idiot! As if we don’t have enough shit to deal with now, the fucking Russian wants to see you!” She spat out, and before he could react, her last sentence stopped him cold. Fuck. Dimitri wanted to see him? “Why does he want to see me?” He asks, pocketing his knives and holstering his gun befor