I hoped in the few minutes I was gone that he wouldn’t leave.
“Who is it?” Sue asked when I returned to my desk.
Pulling open my drawers, I grabbed my tote and purse, and threw my water bottle inside. “My husband.”
“Your husband?”
I nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Wait! Lacey!”
I jogged back down, eyes wide, praying he was still there and sighing in relief when he was right where I’d left him.
I held out my hand. “Come on.”
His brow furrowed and he slowly reached out, slipping his hand in mine.
The walk was silent and not leisurely. He kept looking at me, glancing down at my stomach. I couldn’t get us back fast enough.
Thankfully, Esther wasn’t out when we arrived. Up the stairs and unlocking the door, I stepped in, but he remained outside. His gaze was on the floor, to my flour.
All I could think was if that was the moment he left, unable to come in. Unable to deal with the life he created. The devastation it would cause me. Months of wondering if he was okay, if he was coming back. He stood in my door, so close, and I waited for his decision.
One step in, then another, before he slammed the door behind him. I started to smile, but the look in his eye as he charged toward me made my eyes pop open.
Large hands grabbed on to my waist and lifted me up onto the counter as his lips attacked mine. Frenzied, needy, all-consuming want took over. I was so lost in the sudden confusion, I didn’t even notice what was going on until his cock pushed its way inside me.
The sudden and unexpected filling of my pussy had me gasping for air as my fingers fisted his shirt.
“My child.” His thrust rocked me on the edge of the counter, and I could do nothing but hold on. “My wife.”
His words sent shivers down my spine. His. I was forever his.
As warped as it was, it made me happy.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me as close as possible. The pounding of his hips increased, the pleasure rippling through me. Fast and hard until he let out a roar.
He held me in a crushing grip as his cock twitched, filling me with his come.
A moan rippled through him, vibrating against my chest as I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him to me.
My death was beginning again, and for the first time, that made me happy.
“So, are you going to tell me what happened?” I asked a few hours later as we lay in bed, completely spent after another round. My skin prickled in soothing tingles as his fingers caressed my shoulder and arm.
“I found Five and Seven. You should’ve seen the look on people’s faces when we walked into Langley.”
I gasped. “They knew who you were?”
He smirked. “No, but their sophisticated security didn’t like the hardware we brought with us.”
“Did you shoot your way in?”
“Only a little.”
I sat up and stared down at him, resting my hand on his chest. “Seriously?”
He tucked an arm behind his head. “It’s hard to get into a place you work for when only a few people know you do and you have no identification to confirm it. They tried to detain us.”
“But you wouldn’t let that happen.”
“No fucking way after everything. An hour into a Mexican standoff later and someone finally came. He tried to get us to drop our guns, so I shot him in the leg.”
“What?”
He shrugged. “Five semi automatics aimed at me, I get antsy. I told him not until we saw Wolesley, and even then he couldn’t have my gun.”
“Why didn’t they shoot you?”
“Oh, they tried.”
“What happened?” I asked, completely enthralled with his story.
“Five and Seven were there with more weapons, including some nasty ones. They weren’t going to risk lives over it.” His lip twitched as he thought back.
“Wow.”
“The Cleaners are done,” he said, his lips pursed in a thin line. “Basically, we retired. We came to a consulting agent status and training position settlement versus in the field.”
“Does that mean we’re moving?”
He ran his fingers over my bump and let out a sigh. “I’m not sure anymore. This changes things.”
“Would they know who I am? Who I was?”
He nodded. “I took care of it. The destruction of the ME’s office was deemed a gas line explosion. Paisley Warren was inside.”
“But the news…”
He shook his head. “Your involvement with me, all that happened with Nine and One, your knowledge of the Cleaners. It was decided you know too much to go back.”
“So, you have an identity again?” I asked. He nodded. “Am I ever going to know your real name?”
He smirked and reached over the edge of the bed, down to the floor. “Now that I’m official.” He held out a badge—Isaac Collins.
“Isaac…” I trailed off. “You used your real last name?”
He nodded. “Sometimes the best camouflage is hiding in plain sight.”
My brow scrunched up. “What do I call you? Six or Isaac?”
“Say my real name again.”
“Isaac.”
He made a humming sound. “That one.”
“Me too.” Leaning down, I pressed my lips to his, savoring what was the first of many kisses in our new life.
For the first time since he pointed his gun at me, I felt like I had a future. Funny how things changed. Sometimes, when I closed my eyes, I could still see the barrel of his gun. It was a sight I’d never forget.
I’d never forget any of it, but I did forgive him. Because loving him was so much better than hating him.
My devil.
My captor.
My husband.
My Six.
The End