Page 11 of Beautiful Unity

Agent Bones opened his mouth to retort, his fork frozen halfway to his mouth, but Darcie ignored him.

“You will drop off a clean burner phone at the motel in the morning with your number in it. I will give a brief update daily, with a more in-depth one every three days. If, and only if, you do not hear from me within twenty-four hours, you then have permission to track us. But let’s be real. You know where we’re going, and if I don’t send an update, it means we’re in trouble, and more than likely, dead. If you’re who you imply you are, then you’ve trusted my father all these years. Now, it’s time you earn mine.”

“Yours?”

“Yes, mine. And the four of theirs.”

Agent Bones smirked, unperturbed and wiped his mouth. “You know most people in your situation bend over backward to meet my demands, not the other way around, Rosebud.”

“Go ahead and get their help. I’ll wait.” She glanced at her nails, inspecting them. Slowly, she lifted her eyes, drilling the creepy guy with a look I hoped to never be on the receiving end of. “Call me that one more time, and you won’t like the result.”

Maddox and Bubba relaxed back into their seats, attempting to hide their smirks at how expertly Darcie dismantled the agent. Brooks had returned to his food, seemingly unfazed, as he shoveled the last of his biscuits into his mouth. Meanwhile, my dick grew harder, leaking profusely with each word she uttered. Watching her be competent and a boss babe was the hottest thing ever.

Hello, new competence kink!

If she kept it up, I might orgasm from her confidence alone.

Agent Bones chuckled, pretending to find her display of dominance cute, but it no longer held the mirth from earlier.

“Very well, Miss Callaway. I’ll back off as long as you stick to your bargain. I just want to be kept in the know.” He glared at Maddox. “Stanley Driscoll is a dangerous man and I want him behind bars. That’s all. We’re on the same team here.”

“That’s still to be determined,” Maddox mumbled, but everyone heard it.

“Good. Then we’re done here.” Darcie stood, and the rest of us followed. With him still sitting at the table and the rest of us standing, he no longer seemed as intimidating. Or maybe that was the Darcie effect. Brooks and I headed to the door first, but when she didn’t follow, I stopped and looked back.

“Oh, and Agent Bones. You need to update your facts. Darcie Calloway doesn’t exist. The Agonizer made sure of that.” She stepped past the table, then stopped and looked over her shoulder at the man, and flicked her eyes up and down. “I’m no rosebud, I’m the fucking queen.”

Literal chills raced up my arms at her words, stunning me to the spot. The rest of the Royals seemed to suffer the same fate, all of us frozen as the woman who held our hearts sashayed her perfect ass right out the door. Her hand grazed over the front of my jeans as she passed, jolting me back to the present.

Oh yeah, it was dick playtime. Fucking finally.

The walk to the motel was quick. None of us talked as we took in our surroundings more closely. Now that I knew we’d been followed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that eyes trailed us. Maybe I was being overly paranoid now. The only thing that kept me from running and curling up into the fetal position was the woman who led the charge.

Her blonde hair flowed beneath her cowboy hat, enticing me to tangle my fingers in it again. Her ass swayed, encapsulated in its leopard print home, luring me to follow her like the Pied Piper. She glanced back at us, smiling like she’d won the lottery, and I knew I’d do anything and give everything for that woman. Our life might not be guaranteed at the end of this, but I’d rather take my chances with her than without.

So when she stepped into the room, pulled off her shirt, and stared us down in her bra and leopard print skirt, I was the first to make a move.

If Darcie wanted us all together, I’d ensure she got exactly what she desired.

She was our queen, and I’d bow down to her every damn day.

Diary #4

Dear Mom,

There have been only a few times when I felt like the stars aligned for me when everything lined up perfectly. Usually, it feels like everything is working against me.

Like I’m dancing a dance no one knows the steps to.

But tonight, everything came together in a magical fluidness that only fate can create.

And the secret ingredient...confidence.

Tonight, I truly believed in myself, and everything else fell into place.

Love,

Darcie

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