Chapter 11
I tried just about every argument that I could think of, but after the first two hours of either going ignored or told to shut up. I have fell silent in the back seat of my own car. Paxton wouldn't let me drive, not that I could with my ass being black and blue.
I hadn't told Paxton what I learned while I was here. I wasn't hiding anything, but rather keeping a hold of valuable information until the right time and opportunity presented itself. If I gave everything up now, then what do I have left to leverage my safe passage into Darrington?
No, I had a plan and it didn't involve giving everything away right off the bat so that Paxton can drop me off at the brother's house and I will have a whole new set of black and blue on my ass.
So, I'm sprawled out in the back-seat brooding over the soreness of my ass. I had a lot of questions still unanswered. Like what happened to Jyran after Paxton was arrested? Does he know that we know by now? If his brother Peter died in the crash then is, he working alone now? Should I get the FBI involved in this or try and take him down myself?
I already had an idea about the last one. I know I should involve the people who are trained professionals, however they haven't met the Stanley's and more so they have never met a pissed off one of the Stanley's.
I am literally shaking right now because I know, as he promised, in a few short hours, Paxton will be dropping me off at the house of hell. I'll be disciplined and probably locked away forever killing my brother's skank ass girlfriend.
"Why did you come up here?" The quiet question came when we hit about the three-hour mark. Huh, I guess Jake didn't give him any specifics, or else Paxton was too pissed off to ask. I thought about keeping to my leverage plan, but honestly at this point I was just happy that he was talking to me again.
"I wanted to talk to Amy Collins." I said sullenly, shifting in my seat. Lying on your belly for three hours in the back of the car gets uncomfortable fast. I heard the plastic of the steering wheel groan in protest from Paxton gripping. I hurried ahead so he didn't snap it off. "I think this thing with Jyran is deeper than we think."
"No fucking shit, Princess Stanley." I grit my teeth against the name and sighed. "Just listen okay?"
Paxton gestured with his hand for me to go on and I took a breath. "Evan didn't shoot my dad, Amy was there and she knows the truth."
"She is covering to save her brother." Paxton said simply and I smacked my hand on the seat.
"No! Listen to me, Evan was into some bad shit and yes. He was no saint, she even says it herself, but he was getting away from the life and Jyran and his brother Peter were in the house that day arguing with him. Amy was twelve and scared out of her mind of the men in her house causing her brother trouble. Peter jumped Evan and Jyran was coming after Amy. When she screamed that 'he is going to kill me', she meant Jyran, not Evan."
I paused, letting that resonate with Paxton. He glanced back at me and I could see that he wasn't convinced so I went on with her story. "When dad got to the house, Jyran shot him through the window and left the gun in the house before going out the back with Peter."
I felt the car slowing down before I realized Paxton was pulling over. When he got the car safely to the shoulder, he turned it off and spun in his seat to face me. "So, what does that have to do with Jyran being here now and fucking with you?"
I nodded because I was expecting him to ask that question. "They put Amy in the custody of the state because she had no one else. Jyran and Peter made a habit out of visiting her in the girl's home to check on anything she might have gotten from Evan."
"Basically, ensuring that he kept his mouth shut by dropping in on her telling Evan in their way that 'if you do something stupid, we know where your sister is'?" Paxton said lifting a brow. I nodded again.
"Exactly, so when word got out that Evan got Amy a new safe house and put a hit out on Jyran and Peter, they were pissed and found Amy before the hit man found them." I said, trying to keep the emotion I felt retelling this story. This poor girl had been through so much. "They kidnapped her and were heading to Canada to keep her with them until Evan got out and could personally ensure that he wasn't going to seek revenge in exchange for his sister staying out of harm's way." I didn't want to explain why that was extra scary for Amy because of Peter's growing personal interest in her. "They just crossed the Canadian border when Amy was able to get a hold of a knife and stab Peter in the neck, making them all crash."
The light of understand clicked on in Paxton's eyes and I nodded seeing that he got the connection to the files we read and the story Amy told me. "They crashed and now the FBI thinks he is dead and she isn't able to be used as leverage. So, her theory on Jyran seeking me out is to make it look like Evan is looking to finish the job or take me out for dad sending him to prison."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah, that is about what I said too." I said snorting some.
"So, who do we call now?" Paxton asked.
"Well I have been thinking about that a lot and what I think should be done is this: No FBI, no telling Daddy, no telling the brothers." Paxton frowned at me and I shook my head holding my hand up. "Hear me out, this guy is dead to them, so he is basically a ghost right now, right? So, it will take forever to convince the FBI that he really is alive and living in a small nowhere town in Washington. They don't know about Evan so they won't make that connection."
Paxton nodded silently, frowning as he listened to my idea. "No daddy and brothers because they will just run in halfcocked and start shooting shit up and throwing their temper around." I leaned on my elbows some and looked in Paxton's eyes with a sort of sick humor in my voice. "The one person we really need to call right now is Evan."
"Evan? Why in the world would we call him?" Paxton looked at me with a mix of admiration and 'are you fucking nuts'.
"Because think about it, he wants revenge on Jyran for being sent to prison, right? Also, the guy just tried to kidnap his sister and almost turned her into a paraplegic." I shook my head. "All the effort that Jyran is going through just to hide from him, I will bet that he is fucking scared out of his mind of Evan."
Paxton sat forward in his seat again, looking out the windshield silently. Okay so that had only come to me as Paxton asked the question, but it wasn't a bad plan! If we could get Evan to believe we are on his side, I will bet he would love a chance to get close enough to Jyran to get his revenge. Then we all turn a blind eye and take the motto of 'Jyran who?' and move on with our lives.
Paxton didn't turn around when he spoke again. "How is your ass?"
I glared at the back of his head. "Sore."
He turned back to look at me and smirked. "You know you got it worse because you were teasing the hell out of me, right?"
I was determined to hold my glare, no matter how bad I wanted to grin at him. "Couldn't you have just punished me sexually and not by bruising my ass." I said sulkily; however, I could feel the heat in my glare fading already.
The look on Paxton's face was beautiful right now. It was a mix of pain and lust. Good. "You have no idea what you said just did to me."
I sniffed and held my head in the air some, as dignified as I could for laying on my belly because my ass hurts too bad to sit on it. "Good, serves you right. Next time, you have another option instead of permanently disabling me."
He laughed shaking his head before turning forward and again and getting the car moving. "First off, you are not permanently disabled. Second, there better not be another fucking next time because, sweetheart, you won't survive that punishment."
Okay so 'next time' was not the right choice in words. "I didn't mean this exact scenario; I just meant punishment in general."
There was a groan from the front seat. "Could you just not say the word punishment until we get home?"
Home? I put on a small voice and looked at my hands. "Our home?"
Paxton arranged the rearview mirror and when I looked up, he looked back at me with a frown. "Where else would we be going?"
"You said that if I did anything stupid then I was going back to the brother's."
He snorted and grinned. "Princess Stanley, there isn't a chance in hell I would give them the satisfaction in thinking that I cannot handle you myself."
I rolled my eyes at his obvious selfish reasons for not returning me to my family home, though I am sure the relief was very plane on my face. Despite the pain in my ass, literally, I as very glad Paxton had shown up. I was becoming increasingly paranoid that I would run into Jyran when I was alone or worse, he will follow me somewhere to get me alone.
I feel asleep in the back of the car, the stress of the trip taking its toll on my body and mind. Rays of sunlight shining in my eyes woke me up, causing me to groan and roll over, scooting myself closer to the warm body next me.
Wait what?
I rolled away in a flash, my eyes open and alert as I took in my surroundings. I was in our bedroom and Paxton was sleeping next to me. I had slept straight through the rest of the drive, the ferry ride and coming home, let alone Paxton removing me from the car. I pulled back the covers and rolled my eyes. Undressing me, also, is something I apparently slept through.
I started to get up but Paxton's hand shot out, grabbing my wrist. "No."
"Relax grumpy cat, I'm going pee." I smiled heading to the bathroom. His 'no' was minty across my face telling me he only got to bed a few hours ago if that. I did what I had to in the bathroom and brushed my teeth, seeing how he had minty breath and it didn't seem fair to blast him with my stinky morning breath, and went back to the bed slipping in next to him.
He curled up behind me and I hissed lightly when he pushed against my still sore ass cheeks. He chucked lightly and I fought the urge to glare back at him. The urge won and I looked over my shoulder to find him…gone.
I was confused until I felt light lips moving across my back side. He was mumbling something and I couldn't shake the fog from my brain to listen to him. "Hmm?"
"I said, when this heals up, they you can try to seduce me again and we will do it right." he said in a louder voice, thick with lust. A shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the fact that he seemed to be determined to cover every inch on my rear with his lips.
I moaned and rolled on my stomach to give him more room to work with, because let's face it, if the man wants to worship my ass, I am not going to prevent him from doing so. He moved between my legs, putting the worshiping area right in front of him. He wasn't a loyal worshipper however, he strayed off his alter and headed south, making me gasp and push back all needy like.
Another chuckle came from behind me but this time it made me just moan again. It should be annoying that he enjoyed torturing me so much, but it really just turned me on more. It was there, in that exact moment that I realized; I will do anything for this man. I doubted he felt the same, because of protector role my brothers put him in, I have no doubt that he feels like he needs to protect me. The husband thing is very convenient seeing how sexually attracted we are to each other, but I don't think there is any real love like a real marriage for him.
We didn't date for months or years. He didn't ask my father for my hand. I didn't wear a white dress and walk down an aisle. Neither one of us had stood in front of our friends and family to pledged our loyalty and obedience to one another.
And yet I will do anything for this man.
In the short amount of time that I thought of all that, Paxton had moved over me, kissing up my back and along my neck. I grinned, cocking my head to the side to give him more room and not let my hair suffocate him. He was biting behind my ear, making me cry out by rubbing his tip against my already slick entrance, when I knew that I would never tell him about the newly discovered feelings I had for him. Never.
Instead, I stayed silent…on that subject anyways; actual literal silence was not in the cards for me because for the two hours that followed, he had me pretty loud.
As we laid there, me curled into his side, we talked about all that had happened in the past few days. "So, you didn't tell them anything?"
Paxton shook his head and grinned down at me. "For purely selfish reasons mind you, I didn't want any interference when I came to kick your ass."
I rolled my eyes but smiled. "So, what did you tell everybody when the whole thing with Jyran went down?"
He looked up at the ceiling, putting the arm that isn't wrapped around me behind his head. "I told the brother's, Jyran, the school, everyone the same thing. You and I had a fight, which wasn't untrue. When I came to get you, I assumed that your 'gay friend' Jyran helped you get away from me for a few hours and I wanted to see and talk to my wife. I lost it when Jyran wouldn't tell me where you were. This, when you think about it, is true also."
I shook my head with a laugh. He really was insane sometimes. "The brothers bought that story?"
"Well they didn't have much of a choice. Sam and the twins talked big and Shay punched me across the face, but later told me it was because he knew I cheated in poker last week and it seemed like a good opportunity to finally settle that." We both laughed at that one, because Shay really is too sweet for his own good, even if he was trying to be a hard ass. "Jeremy tried to talk tough, but I reminded him that if he remembered correctly, you were dismissed by him to begin with when he chose Kim over you." Paxton suddenly gasped like a teenage girl and sat up. "Oh, and guess what, Kim is pregnant!"
I groaned and covered my face. "How could he procreate with that slut?"
Paxton smiled with a glint in his eye. "It's not his kid."
My hands dropped from my face to see if he was serious. He was. "What? That stupid fucking slut!" I started to get up out of bed and get my clothes. I was going to go over to their house and beat that whore within an inch of her life and then I am going to sew her legs shut at the knees. Two birds with one stone because she will never procreate again and the world will be less foul with those legs closed for good.
Paxton's hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the bed gently. "Stop, you are not going anywhere because Jeremy is a big boy and he chose what he chose. He knew what she was and that she would never change."
I glared at him for being right. "It still doesn't mean she is allowed to get away with treating him like this!"
"She isn't and besides Rainha Stanley, look at the way that you just reacted to that. Wouldn't you have flipped out if one of your brothers flew off the handle like that?" Paxton smirked watching my face.
I hate that he was right and so I didn't answer him, but I know that is written all over my face. "Did you just call me Rainha?"
Paxton burst out laughing and nodded. "You have a sudden aversion to my 'Princess Stanley' name so I came up with something else." He shrugged as if it was no big deal.
"What the hell does Rainha Stanley mean?" I said laughing after I tried it out a few times.
Paxton grinned wide and slowly stood up, smirking at me. "It is the Portuguese word for queen because in this house, baby, you're the Queen, not the Princess."
That was the best answer ever.