Page 74 of Irons

Jennings stood in front of the class not saying a word. Finally, after about five minutes he spoke. “Today was supposed to be the sensitivity training, but that’s been canceled due to unforeseen circumstances. In its place, we will cover GPS and Satellite images.”

Maybe that announcement wouldn’t have been so awkward if there weren’t twelve prospects huddled together in the corner, four executive operatives sitting as far away from each other as possible, and only Stone and I sitting in our normal spaces.

Instead of continuing with any kind of training, Jennings took a seat at a desk and was quiet for a minute. He finally cleared his throat. “Creed already met with the prospects, and we do hope you’ll stay, but he will be meeting with each of our executive operatives individually, except I believe he already met with Carlson.” He cleared his throat and I knew he was having one hell of a struggle to not laugh. “I know quite a few of you have gotten to know Magnus well, and you may have been concerned, but I’m happy to report he was released from the hospital last night. He will make a full recovery with just twelve stitches and an inflamed prostate. He will be staying withGranger and Stephanie for a bit, just until he recovers. That will be when they know for sure he can use the bathroom without tearing and possibly bleeding out.”

It got quiet again, but when Jennings did speak he was staring at the wall, and it sounded rehearsed. “So yeah, there were minimal injuries or lasting side effects. Those of us who made it home before the drug kicked in, are doing okay as well. It’s predicted the wives will get over it sooner than later, we hope. We suggest any of you who are married and drank the wine just apologize, maybe buy some flowers, or schedule a session with Bolton, umm…there is a jewelry store in Clarity. And umm…I assure you this has never happened at Creed’s Lake before… we are not a homosexual community, although we do encourage everyone to live their best lives.” He whimpered. “We hope the time off yesterday helped and we can soon get back to normal as soon as possible.” He gulped. “Some of you were sober and ran scared, I don’t blame you, but I’d like to remind you of the non-disclosures you signed. I’d also like to ask that you do not make fun of the men that ate the brownies. Their situation was scary to them, and no, they do not have erectile dysfunction. That was caused by the ecstasy, and they won’t have lasting side effects. I would also like to assure any of you that are struggling with the memory of all the erections, that it was caused by the wine, there was Viagra in it so it couldn’t be helped.”

Stone spoke up. “I told you fuckers I wasn’t chasing you with a fucking hard on! I would never do something like that, and I was probably just as scared as your assholes, trying to escape.”

Jennings cleared his throat. “He was found at the front doors with the word help written on the glass of the door. Also, Creed has confirmed through video surveillance that he was indeed running with you, clearly he wasn’t chasing you. I dothink is perfectly safe to sit near him again. There is no need to huddle in the corner any longer.”

I tried so hard not to laugh as the prospects moved their desks in a way that they were close to me, but none would sit by the four executive operatives. I was surrounded by seventeen big tough military trained operatives, and they were all traumatized by the effects of drugs.

“I think it’s best if we start class, but if there’s anyone that’s too upset to move forward with training today, you’re excused to go speak with Creed. He does have most of the answers you’ve been searching for, and we’d rather you not ask the prospects what they know. We will be offering pregnancy tests free of charge and Patrick Rossi will have DNA tests available at a discounted price. If you drank the wine I would suggest adding your DNA to the community site so your future children can find you.”

Jennings stood and walked to the front of the class. “Okay, everyone that’s left in this room are clear of any sexual misconduct. Just please forgive our community members that were victims of Sunday’s festivities, they were not themselves and they were drugged. We will now refer to Sunday night as, ‘Operation Don’t Ask Don’t Tell,’ but if you feel you need help with any lingering trauma, sign up for a session with Bolton. Let’s move on with training.”

Stone glanced at me a few times as I moved in my seat every now and again. I was sore from all the sex with Travis, which I liked because I could still feel him. Yesterday did happen and I didn’t regret it, just the lack of birth control part. I found it hard to concentrate during training. My mind kept flashing back to eleven years ago when I had to take the pregnancy test. I prayed to God over and over again not to let me be pregnant. I was selfish when I said those prayers, because I was pregnantand that led to the most profound kind of grief when I lost my son. I wasn’t going to do that again. I had to shove all those negative thoughts away, and instead of praying not to be pregnant, I prayed for God’s will and accepted whatever fate he gave me. I was scared, probably the most scared I had been since that cart hit me and I realized something was wrong with the baby. Nothing I ever experienced was as scary as that day. Not even when I found my mom dead or when I was on a mission.

When training let out, I met Travis at my place again. He was in his truck but stepped out as soon as he saw me. I could see it in his eyes, there was concern and that about broke me. As usual he opened the passenger side door for me, then waited patiently for me to walk into his arms. My emotions had been everywhere all day. I could easily have broken down and cried, but then he surrounded me in his warmth. Instead of my emotions breaking loose, a warm and safe, but also familiar and deeply missed sensation came over me. One that I have needed since I was almost fifteen years old. There was something magical about Travis, like a superpower that nobody on earth had but him. His arms and his touch made me feel peace, comfort, love, and appreciated.

Friends Forever

Travis

I never was the person that fixed things for Wrenly, but I was the person that comforted her as she sought the answers she needed. She is not like any other woman I’ve known. Of course I’ve known female soldiers, served with quite a few, but Wrenly wasn’t anything like any of them, not even Bolton, although they did have a few similar traits. They were both beautiful, funny, and independent, but to me Wrenly was so much more. She was still somewhat delicate, maybe even fragile, and she always had a certain warmth to her that made me feel powerful when she was in my arms. Holding her in my arms didn’t fix her problems, but I think it gave her strength. Now that I look back I tend to believe it was always that way.

It had been two weeks since the tragedies of Operation Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Some things were starting to get back to normal, except the fact that Wrenly graduated training. She passed all the physical endurance tests, Bolton gave her the all clear as far as her mental health, and she knew all of our policies and procedures.

The other thing that wouldn’t go back to normal was Creed’s Motorsports. I thanked God and the heavens above when I talked the Originals into promoting Garrison to theSenior Vice President position and assigning McClure as his junior Vice President.

Victor was in an inpatient recovery center in Miami, but I didn’t want him back. I never wanted to see that son of a bitch again. The way I saw it, he didn’t just put the adults of Creed’s Lake at risk, but the children as well. They were fucking brownies with chocolate frosting, of course a child would have had some if they were in attendance. I was out voted, everyone else wanted to give him another chance. I guess I would always be the asshole in the group that thought some people didn’t deserve second chances.

When the idea of Creed’s Lake was born and Creed offered us the opportunity to build it with him, we were also given the chance to invest, making some of us partial owners. I lived a modest life and saved everything I could while in the military. I lost a close buddy on a mission. I gave everything I saved to his family and also supported them for a few years. There was something I had but never touched and that was everything Uncle Tony left me. I was eighteen when my inheritance was handed over to me, and even at that age I didn’t understand how a small town cop had as much as he did. Not only was his house brand new, he had very large investments, two life insurance policies, his house, a shit ton of cash in a few safety deposit boxes, gold and silver bars in a safe that was in his closet, his truck, and his bike. I kept the house, the bike, and the truck, but didn’t know what to do with that much money. The house was rented out for a very nice price every month and I used the small profit from those monthly payments to help Beltran’s family through the years. Once they became independent, I just threw the money in my savings. But then there was Tony’s money, which added up to several millions of dollars. I invested every penny into Creed’s Lake and the bikeshop. That made me the second largest investor and I owned a very large chunk of Creed’s Lake.

Axton and Magnus were the other two that bought in early. Axton took out a loan and Magnus did the same plus his savings. The others didn’t have the opportunity at first, but have since bought portions from Creed. Once that happened, Creed locked it down and would not sell any other portions of Creed’s Lake. Granger was the last, mainly because he wanted ownership of his own home, but that still left me as the second largest investor besides Creed. Creed owns fifty five percent, I own twenty five percent, and the others share the last twenty five percent. This also means I made a lot of money fast. We were taking high dollar missions left and right, so when we built Creed’s Motorsports, I invested in that as well, making Creed President and me Vice President. When Creed stepped down, I was forced into running it. For Creed’s portion of the investment, he used Creed’s Lake profits, making the largest portion of the bike business part of Creed’s Lake, but I invested my own money. That means I am the only private investor, and I make money for myself off every bike that is in that shop. The bike shop was my idea, but I never wanted to run it. I wanted to work on bikes, get my hands dirty, and maybe even design a few. Those things did happen, until Creed stepped back and left it all on me.

That was the reason Axton was Creed’s second in charge. I didn’t want to run a business or work in sales. I pushed for Garrison to take over for a few years, but really pushed it after Creed stepped away. Now the question I wanted to know was about my future. I could pretty much choose what I wanted, and nobody would challenge me, but I wasn’t sure yet. Once again the management of Creed’s Lake would be shuffledaround, which was going to happen anyway since we hired more executives.

So much uncertainty wasn’t good for morale, so we needed to figure it out soon. I guess maybe I was waiting to see what Wrenly chose. My choice wouldn’t be to work with Wrenly, but the opposite instead. I wanted things to work with Wrenly, and the last three weeks were going great. I didn’t feel like it was safe for us to serve missions together and I also didn’t want to command her missions. I had to step back and let her flourish. She had the skills and training to be successful, and I didn’t want anyone to question her accomplishments because of her relationship with me.

That brought us to the moment at hand. All of us Originals, except Baros, were in the conference room meeting with each new executive privately. It was time we interviewed them for the vacancies in each division and their official position at Creed’s Lake. It was also time for us to decide if each candidate was a good match for Creed’s Lake.

We just met with Stone who thought it was best not to go back undercover but wanted to take on private contract missions. That meant contracts with private citizens, for example a parent hiring us to find their missing child or loved one. They wouldn’t just be any missing persons case, it was for people missing internationally. In an official capacity, meaning his day to day duties, he wanted to take over security. That made sense since he was law enforcement, and it would take a lot off Creed’s hands.

Another executive interviewed and wanted military contract missions and desired to work in training.

Then Wrenly walked into the room, not looking nervous at all, but I knew she was nervous. We agreed she wouldn’tdisclose her choices before the meeting, so I was just as clueless as the rest. Fighting the smile that wanted to creep up on my face wasn’t easy when I saw her confidently walk into the conference room. She was so fucking beautiful, and mine.

Morgan was right when she said Wrenly looked more like one of her costars than an operative. That didn’t mean all female operatives weren’t beautiful in their own ways, but Wrenly was breathtaking. She didn’t show up in jeans like most operatives. Nope, not my girl. My girl presented as a graceful and beautiful young woman, not an operative. Her style was similar to Morgan's, jeans in a casual atmosphere and one hell of a fucking dress in a professional one.

My cock came to life the moment she walked into the room wearing what Morgan would call a pencil dress. It was burgundy and fit every one of her curves snugly, perfectly outlining those perfect breasts, thin waist, and her amazing ass. There was a tiny bow on the thin belt and her shoes were very high heels, probably adding at least three inches to her height. That blond hair was twisted up, exposing the delicate neck line my lips trailed down just last night.

I looked around the room to see every person in there studying her gorgeous curves, even Bolton, but I couldn’t have cared less. That girl was mine and they could look all they wanted. It didn’t make her less mine and I was proud of my girl. Not just her beauty but her accomplishments. I remembered way back when Wrenly first started forming those curves, and every kid near enough to see her would drool. I think she may have even kick started a few kids puberty that were lagging behind.

Creed pushed her chair in for her then took a seat. “Jesus.” I heard Axton say under his breath, but I gleamed with pride.

I scooted back from the table, making it clear that I was only there to listen, and wouldn’t be voting on anything pertaining to Wrenly. I sat with my arms over my chest as I ran my thumb over my bottom lip, reliving last night when that gorgeous woman was digging her heels into my ass and begging me to give it to her harder.

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