**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

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’

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

Waking, Maria is staring down at me, her smile too big. What is she up to now? Rolling over, my hands are unable to move. Looking up, I see that she has them fastened down with the restraints. I am too hungover for this. What is she doing?“Good morning pup.” She climbs on top of me, her legs on either side as her head lowers, kissing my chest.“I waited for you last night, and ended up falling asleep obviously, you are lucky, I was considering waiting in the kitchen in just lingerie. It’s a good job I didn’t with Jackson coming in.” Her lips kiss me again, I won’t even try to stop her, for a change, I will take this, whatever she is offering and submit for a change.“You finally called me a slut, and it was in front of Jackson.” Her kisses move down.“Is this me being punished? Are we switching roles right now?” I look at her and laugh. She stops just before my cock.“Did we establish roles? You maybe be dominant to your brats, but maybe, just maybe Marcus, I want to be your Mistress

Getting to the local base, we plan. This one is local, so there’s no need to leave the country. We spend the whole week planning. The building is big, so six teams are coming together for this one. We have to be careful, the building is broken, dangerous and can easily collapse on us.It takes a lot of work, and the difference of opinions on how to do things means it takes a lot longer to plan. The entire week Jackson keeps calling, telling me about new locations we could check. He clearly hasn't taken time with the girls and is still focusing on Alena.I look at Troy and the team. “Look, if you guys are giving in on Alena, just say.” I look at them, waiting.“Come on, Marcus, it has been months. She is gone. Even Jackson knows that deep down.” Troy looks at me.“Okay, so you guys stay out of it when we finish here. Just remember this if next time it is your wife or one of your kids. Actually, consider Jackson and had we searched more for him, just how quickly we could have got him ba