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Come To Me (Owned Book 3)

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Come to Me

Book Three in the Owned Series

Copyright © 2016 by Mary Catherine Gebhard

 

A Trendlettrs Publication

Salt Lake City, UT

www.MaryGebhard.com

 

All Rights Reserved

Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products, bands, and/or restaurants referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners.

 

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Eric,

This series is for you.

I’m so glad you’re not fiction.

 

Title Page

Part One

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Part Two

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Epilogue

A Note from the Author

Acknowledgements

Books by Mary Catherine Gebhard

 

 

TWO MONTHS BEFORE

 

“I
’m done, Vic! I’m done!” she’d screamed.

Now, twenty-four hours later, I sat across from the devil, saying the exact same thing.

“You don’t get to choose to be done, Vic.” I frowned at Alice’s response, but it wasn’t unexpected.

“The last assignment I did almost cost me my family.” I touched the spot on my head where porcelain fragments had scraped over the skin.

You could say it hadn't been a very happy reunion. The minute I’d returned home from the mission, Lenny had thrown a dish across the room where it shattered against the wall mere inches from my skull. Small pieces of the plate scraped over my skin, leaving a crisscross pattern like a brand on my flesh.

In her defense, I had told her I was done.

Then I'd disappeared for a week.

I don't know what I'd been thinking.

That’s not true; I was thinking she wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t accustomed to people noticing my absences, much less caring.

Alice took a slow sip of her red wine. “You don’t get families either, Vic.”

“Do whatever you have to do, I’m done.” I stood up, my chair grinding against the wood floor.

“Really,” Alice said, her demeanor unchanged. “You’re prepared to be burned?”

I shrugged at her obvious threat. Once you started working for GEM, to get out you were either burned or blacklisted. I used to think being burned was the worst thing that could happen. When you’re burned, no one will touch you. They basically destroy your person, putting your name on no-fly lists and sex offender registries—not to mention you’re excommunicated by the wetwork community. Once upon a time I thought a life where no company would touch me would be hell. I only knew blood and bullets, and to live without that was unimaginable.

Now…I touched my forehead, the blood scabbing over. Now I knew there was more to life than blood.

“Yeah.” I shrugged at Alice. “Burn me, I don’t care.”

“You’re prepared to be blacklisted?” She ran her finger around the edge of her glass, a small smirk playing on her lips.

I laughed at her bluff. “You don’t care enough to blacklist me.” I nearly said she didn’t have the power, either, but stopped. Bending over, I placed my hands on the wooden table covered in scratchy linen. A single tea light separated her glare, nearly burned to the wick.

I should have realized then there were things about Alice I didn’t know. Alice was a far cry from the woman I’d married all those years ago; then again, I was also changed. Transmuted. We’d come a long way, and if she wanted to ruin my life, she would.

Burn me, fine. I had enough money saved up that I didn’t need to worry about work, civilian or otherwise.

Blacklist me… I didn’t really want to spend the rest of my life fending off hired mercenaries. I had more important things to worry about, like fending off Lenny’s wrath. Lenny and I had built our foundation on sand and the tide was finally coming in.

I smacked the table as I stood up, causing the candle to fall over. It was just hot wax now so it only caused a small stain on the linen. For a moment I paused, wondering if I would have preferred the fire, even if that meant I would have been caught in it. At least then Alice would be dead.

“Would you bet your life on that?” Alice’s voice drifted over my shoulder as I left the small restaurant. My fingers rested on the wooden doorway, her words twisting in my gut. Would I bet my life she wouldn’t blacklist me? That she would leave her petty vendetta alone?

I think I just had.

 

 

“I
’m fucking done, Vic.” I ran a hand through my hair, trying not to sigh at her words. If I had a nickel for every time I’d heard Lenny say that, well…me and Mr. Gates would be smiling at each other on the Forbes list. I’d stopped counting when it became a weekly thing.

At first it hurt, having her threaten to leave me. Now it just was. I had to admit there’d been improvements, though, because now she mostly threatened while we were at the therapist.

Yeah.

A therapist. If the guys from GEM could see me now. No longer crouched on a rooftop avoiding bullets, trying to get the best intel, but here. In an office. Talking about my feelings instead of ignoring them to finish a job. But that’s not who I was any more. I don’t work for GEM, so those thoughts were irrelevant. I shouldn’t have even been thinking that…

“Do you see?” Lenny gestured to me. “He’s not even paying attention.” I sighed, tying my hair in a knot. The doc had said I needed to work on my “outward cues” or some shit. Apparently I gave off a vibe that I didn’t care.

I cared.

Obviously I cared.

I was in fucking couple’s therapy.

“You say that every week,” I finally said. It was the fifth week Lenny and I had been in counseling. We’d started going a few months after my sister, Grace, showed up. I hadn’t handled her arrival with much…well…grace. I’d left without a word to do an assignment for GEM, and that had put a thorn in my relationship with Lenny.

Another thorn to add to a fucking briar patch, if we were being honest; it was therapy after all.

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