The knocking has us looking up. “That will be my commander.” I don’t get why he is coming. He can’t say Jackson is alive. Walking to the door, I answer it and look at him.“Look, you can beat the shit out of my Marcus. I have to do this. I have to explain everything to her. He is going to be announced dead.”“Can’t you give her time to process it? You really want to talk in there just after I tell her and announce he is getting marked as dead already.” I can’t believe he would do this.“We have to, Marcus. Rules are rules.” I feel myself getting angry. I should let them in because the longer I am standing here alone with him, the more I want to hurt him. Walking back through, they follow me.“Alena Woodcock, I’m Wayne.” He introduces himself, and Alena simply nods. This should have waited. “I came to explain how Max got through.” My arm tightens around Alena, more to stop myself from hitting him because once I hear this, I will want to.“Max had bribed a navy seal called Maxwell to le
Opening the door to our house, I walk in, hearing her move and walk to the top of the stairs, her eyes looking at me, and she knows. She runs to me. Her arms cradle me as I fight back the tears. I can’t be sad. I can’t show this weakness. Yet in Maria’s arms, I know I can, the tears begin to spill over, as I fall to the floor and realise he is gone, and no amount of searching can bring him back.I don’t know how long I have sat here, Maria's arms holding me. It seems like minutes, yet the sun has now risen, my cries stopping, as I look up at her, her face full of sympathy.“I’m sorry, Marcus, I’m sorry. Troy called me and explained.” She looks at me, clearly stuck for words. We all are. None of us can find words to make this any better or seem real.“I need to spend a lot of time at his place, helping Alena and the family. I will keep coming home, though.” I look at her, and she nods, understanding why I must do this. Sitting, I explain again, what happened, her eyes showing pain at t
**TW** This chapter contains a suicide attempt.Then maybe after the girls are born, it will become more? I am happy to offer to give her freedom using the lifestyle. I know right now that will help. She isn’t thinking straight at all.Walking out, I see her and Liam, her hand in his as she leads him into his room. I feel like I am losing her, and I can’t stop it. She wasn’t mine to lose. I want to go in there and stop them, I want to tell Liam it is wrong and to leave her alone, but I can’t.I feel stuck waiting for them to reemerge, yet at the same time, it feels wrong. I feel angry; Jackson's wife and his brother? How could they do that to him? How could Liam do that? He is taking advantage of her while she is hurting. My anger rises, the tears building in my eyes.This isn’t because he got there first or because I now know I won’t be needed. It is because Jackson deserves so much better. How can anyone do that to someone they love? She still carries his babies, and Liam is going t
Half an hour later, Liam walks in, and my eyes stay on him.“Need some help?” He asks.“No, I’m good.” I continue doing what I was, but he stays standing there.“May as well let me help. Alena is having a nap.” He walks towards me. I turn, pushing him against the wall.“Stay the fuck away from me, Liam! You’re his fucking brother, and you’re fucking his wife!” I stare at him.“Because you wouldn’t, would you? We all know you would.” He says.I stare at him, holding myself back.“I never said I wouldn’t, but at least I wouldn’t while she was still fucking carrying his babies!” That is just low. I watch as Georgina steps between us.“Don’t. Liam, go away, please.” Georgina looks at him, and I watch as he nods.“You used her, just so you realise. She is still a mess and grieving.” My words get ignored as he walks off.“Marcus, don’t fight with Liam. From what Alena and Helen have said, you wouldn’t ever hurt Liam.” She smiles at me, and I know she is right, but I feel awful for Jackson.
Sitting down, all eyes are on me, waiting for me to talk. Do I just say it, or do I explain what happened? They are staring at me, looking worried.“Is Alena okay? I had left my phone at home but saw the message just as the new one came through.” Troy looks at me.Alena, I had not even thought of her. How is Jackson going to be now he is back, knowing what has happened?“Alena is in labour. That isn’t why we are here. I got a call from Wayne. I was told to go to the airport and meet someone. He wouldn’t say who, just I had to get this person home. Guys, it was Jackson.” They are looking at me, shocked, exactly how I felt when I saw him.“Marcus, not a funny joke at all. That’s fucked up even for you.” Troy looks at me, clearly not believing me.“Not a joke. Do you really think I would do that? He isn’t dead, close to death, yes, hardly recognisable, yes, but still alive, and Jackson. I just dropped him off at the hospital.” Now they are looking like they believe me, about time. “That’
Getting home. Maria is in already, looking at me confused as I shouldn’t be back.“Jackson isn’t dead.” The only words I can say, I need to sleep. My brain needs to rest from all these thoughts inside my mind. I feel exhausted just from today.“What do you mean he isn’t dead? You had a funeral and everything.” She asks.“He isn’t dead. He was locked in a jail cell. I had to tell him about Alena and Liam, he’s a mess, and I don’t just mean mentally, physically as well. He doesn’t look like he has been fed anything since he went missing.”She smiles, at me, her hands pulling me to her.“Well, I guess that means you are not going to be there so much now, and you have some free time right now?” She looks at me, winking.“I have free time. What did you have in mind?” My lips kiss against hers, her hands unwrapping from around me. She starts stepping back, smiling at me.“I figured you could fix the sink now.” She laughs, moving back into the kitchen, my body running for her, my arms graspi
I need to find out what has happened. Removing the toys, I unfasten her hands and remove the blindfold, pulling her onto the bed. Sure enough, her neck is bleeding where my nails had dug in.“Talk, because some of that, I just did to you, not even all my brats would allow.” Looking at her, I wait, wondering how my wife has changed so much so quickly.“I did a lot of stuff with James.” She says, simply like it is nothing.“James? He is just a guy. Why the hell would he be whipping you? You are my wife. No one should be doing that to you.” I don’t know how to feel about this, I knew about her and James, just like she knew about Rebecca and me, yet I didn’t expect this.Why did she choose James and not me?“James is in the lifestyle. I just never mentioned it to you.” Is she really telling me the truth right now?“Wait, then why the hell would you freak out in the kitchen, telling me you didn’t want any of that when all I did, was pin your hands down.” I feel like she is lying. Looking a
Ordering my drink, I walk over to him, hoping things went to plan and Alena didn’t decide to keep Liam.“Right, so are the babies fine? What about names? I know she wanted to call one Katy.” He looks hurt, and not by the last few months but Alena and Liam.“They are doing great, Katy and Isabella” He smiles, looking down at his fingers. I realise he hasn’t got his ring on, trying to remember did he have it on at the airport.“What about Liam?” He shakes his head at my question. She can’t have chosen him. I mean, sure, he would be a safe option, but it’s not Jackson.“She doesn’t want Liam. I’m not angry. I just feel betrayed that she went to Liam, pissed off that she forgot everything I told her before I left and that she gave up on herself.”I knew he wouldn’t be angry. He loves Alena, and she thought he was dead, so of course, he wouldn’t be angry about her moving on.“Okay, you need to explain the last parts because I have no idea what you mean, Jackson.”He nods, getting comfy. I