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Once his plan for Ellory was done, he was moving away from this pissant town again. He’d go somewhere warm. Mexico…No, he didn’t speak Spanish and had no desire to learn. Hawaii? Yeah, Hawaii was perfect. He’d have plenty of money to get there and set up a sweet place. Surely his associate would have plenty of use for him in a popular tourist destination.
And fuck Addison and her threats! He’d show that bitch what happened when she crossed him. If Ellory wouldn’t spend time with him alone willingly, he knew exactly what to do. She was too old to fall for the “I’ve lost my dog” ruse that he’d used a couple times in the past to lure in children, but he knew what she loved most…
Her family.
She preferred that damn SEAL over him? Fine. He’d use that asshole against her.
This would be the first time he delivered a live body to his contact. The people they normally harvested from were already dead. He’d taken bodies and body parts from funeral homes…but he’d also been desperate enough a couple of times in the past to take someone against their will. Those had been extenuating circumstances. He’d been dead broke, had needed the money badly. And the fact was, kids were worth the most. Parents with children who needed a transplant were willing to pay whatever it cost to get a healthy heart, liver, lungs…
So Brady had gotten his contact what he’d wanted. Adonor. On two separate occasions, he’d lured a kid into his car then smothered them. Fast and easy. And the payday was worth it.
This time was different. Since their buyer was overseas, they needed to keep Ellory alive until she got there. Keeping the organs fresh was key. The buyer was aware that she had shit wrong with her intestines, but since he was interested in her heart and brain, he didn’t care that she was fucked up below the waist.
Ellory was a means to an end. Period.
He’d make his move soon. She could enjoy her fucking play this weekend, enjoy spending time with her SEAL dad and foreigner siblings. Because it would be the last weekend she’d get with any of them. Ever. Next week, she’d be on her way overseas. It wouldn’t be a comfortable trip, stuffed into a Conex container, but Brady didn’t care. His contact had already paid off the right dock workers, and he’d make sure she had water so she didn’t die during the trip across the ocean.
But honestly, what happened to her after Brady handed her over didn’t matter. All that mattered was the payday he’d get after he made the drop.
Smiling, he threw himself down on the piece-of-shit sofa he’d dragged in from someone’s trash pile. This time next week, he’d be in Hawaii, screwing some hot chick in a string bikini who he’d picked up on the beach, and he could forget all about his fucking ex and her whiny daughter.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
MacGyver was in a good mood. A very good mood. Ever since he’d gotten back from his latest mission, things had been going very well for him. Artem, Borysko, and Yana were thriving. Every day they seemed to improve. With their weight, their English, their comfortability with their new lives. Yana had begun to sleep through the night in her own bed in the room she shared with Ellory, instead of waking up and going into her brothers’ room.
The boys were less on alert all the time. They were more carefree, more playful, and the other day they both even got into trouble. Most parents would be upset if their kids backtalked, or refused to pick up the mess they’d made in the living room because they were more interested in going outside to play. But MacGyver took it as a sign they were becoming truly comfortable in their surroundings. They weren’t afraid they would be sent back to Ukraine if they said or did the wrong thing.
And Ellory seemed to be managing her Crohn’s better. The fasting was really working for her. He had to keep reminding himself that the things they did as a family didn’t have to revolve around food. It was a difficult habit to break, as most get-togethers involved food of some sort. Food she couldn’t eat. So they were taking more walks, trips to do things that didn’t involve going out to eat all the time. The bullying at school seemed to have tapered off, and she was hanging out with two other girls who were involved in her theater class. So she was thriving, as far as MacGyver was concerned.
And his wife…
He’d never dreamed he could have a woman like Addison. He was so proud of her. He bragged about her baking business to anyone and everyone who would listen. He even kept some of her business cards in his pocket at all times, just in case someone showed the slightest bit of interest in a birthday cake or homemade goodies for one occasion or another. He’d also tacked a few up in the grocery store, and was pleased to see they were gone the next time he went in there.
Addison was also an amazing mother. The kids absolutely loved her. Most of their blossoming was because of her, MacGyver had no doubt about that. The best thing he’d ever done in his life was ask her to marry him.
Lately, he’d been thinking about having another ceremony. He felt bad that she’d been cheated out of the big wedding that most women seemed to love. None of their friends had been there, and he had no doubt a wedding and reception would be awesome. They could keep it small and intimate and?—
His thoughts stalled at that idea. Small. Yeah, right. Even with just his team, it would be over a dozen people. Add in his parents, his four siblings, her parents, Wolf’s SEAL team and their families…all of a sudden, there were at least fifty people. They’d need to rent a space on the naval base. Maybe they could do a combined beach ceremony and party.
But he was getting ahead of himself. First, he needed to ask Addison if that was something she’d want. If she said yes, the first thing he’d make clear was that she wouldnotbe making their wedding cake. He’d want her to relax and enjoy every moment, and not be stressed about something as simple as their cake. Of course,shewouldn’t think it was simple, but he knew exactly how to convince her…
Distraction. Take her to their room and make love to her until she was putty in his hands.
Sex with his wife was…MacGyver couldn’t even describe it. Being with Addison was simplyright. And nothing between them was taboo. They’d experimented in bed with different positions, toys, and even a bit of role play, after she’d admitted to being curious as to Dude and Cheyenne’s dominant and submissive lifestyle. It wasn’t really for either of them, not as a permanent kind of thing…but MacGyver had enjoyed the hell out of being called “Sir” and having his wife at his mercy. Since he loved seeing her orgasm, forcing her to come four times before he finally entered her was also exciting. Almost intoxicating.
But what MacGyver loved most about his wife wasn’t the sex. It was the way she looked at him. All the love she had for him shone in her eyes every time she so much as glanced his way. He appreciated how she loved with her whole heart. Him, the kids they were so close to finally adopting, her daughter.
And he loved her kindness. How she went out of her way to help anyone who might need it. The woman who couldn’t afford to pay for a dozen cupcakes for her daughter’s birthday, so she’d settled on six…Addison had thrown in six for free, just because. Another woman who was struggling to put her groceries in her car because she was on crutches…Addison crossed the parking lot to help her.
It didn’t matter if she knew a person or not; Addison went out of her way to be kind to everyone.
Yes, MacGyver was blessed, and he knew it. And he’d do whatever it took to keep his wife happy. Happy wife, happy life. It was a corny saying, but he believed it down to his soul. And his goal in life was to keep Addison happy and healthy.
The time would come when he’d be deployed once more. And while he hated the thought of leaving his family, he’d do what needed to be done. He enjoyed any time spent with his SEAL teammates, but they were no longer his entire world. MacGyver felt as if he had more balance in his life now, and it felt incredible.
They’d actually recently begun the process of preparing for their next mission. It would be a doozy. More dangerous than the last, but just as rewarding. And there was always the chance something more imminent would interfere, and they’d be deployed elsewhere with little to no warning. Hostage situations were the main thing that derailed a planned mission. Or they could be needed as security detail for someone high up in political circles. He sometimes never knew where his job would take him.
But this morning, he was on the most important mission of all. MacGyver was making pancakes for his three little monsters. Addison had tried to get them to eat something else for breakfast, but from the first day they’d tried her pancakes, they’d been hooked and that was all they wanted. He’d left Addison in bed, sated and replete from their lovemaking. He’d skipped PT that morning just because, instead making love to his wife.
