Page 1 of Endless Harmonies

PROLOGUE

Sitting on the porch as I snuggle the twins, I smile into the darkness. The frogs are talking to each other in the backyard, and the twinkling lights strung along the porch offer a soft glow around me.

The twins are two weeks old, and the warm weather is a balm for them. They love being outside, and with their sleep schedule not syncing with nighttime hours, this helps. They’re little though, so I didn’t expect them to sleep through the night any time soon anyways.

“Ya doing okay, Little Valkyrie?” Roark asks, slowly stepping outside as if his movements will wake Devlin and Saira. I wouldn’t be surprised if they did, but they’re happily snuggled against me, so I think they’ll be asleep for a bit.

“Aye,” I murmur. “They had their milk and then passed out.”

Their lips twitch as they lay on my breasts. It’s two in the morning, and I’m home. The last thing I care about is anyone seeing my boobs. As long as the twins are fed and happy, I will gladly let them sleep on them.

“Good,” he breathes, tip-toeing toward me. “They’re like their Daddy O. They love their milk too.” My lips twitch at this giant of a man walking like this, and I struggle not to giggle, especially in light of the truth of his words. Orion does love sucking on my breasts to drink his fill of my milk. There’s more than enough for him too.

“Is Turner still asleep?” I ask softly, slowly gliding back and forth in my rocking chair. I love this house so much.

“Mmhmm. Derek and O will be home soon too. Greg texted me that they’re finishing up their mission,” he explains.

When they told me that Greg needed them for a job, I didn’t blink. I have more than enough help with the twins. Tori and Tesa and the guys live next door as well, so we are more than taken care of. Greg also finished the underground tunnel to connect our basements. We have our own village.

“Good,” I breathe softly. I know Orion and Derek can take care of themselves, but I still worry about them.

There’s a sex trafficking bitch that didn’t cover her trail well enough that they are ending painfully on Greg’s orders today.

Staring down at the blonde babies in my arms, I feel a rush of emotion. Roark runs his fingers through my lavender waves, kissing my temple. His presence grounds me, reminds me of the horrors behind me, and is a promise to always find me.

Orion and Derek kill so others can have a happy ending the way we do now.

We’ll fight for it every day, but not everyone is free from the hell of their cage. We have a long road ahead of us, and we won’t be able to help everyone, but we can try.

Blinking back tears as I think about everything the last year has brought, I sigh softly. We owe it to others to help them.

CHAPTERONE

Orion

Ifucking hate people sometimes. I want to get back to my girl and kids, but first I have to get rid of some scum. Lennon is incredible, and shooed us out the door at six in the morning when we told her about Greg’s mission.

“The warehouse is beginning their shift change. Y’all ready?”Greg asks in my ear comm.

Grunting, I glance over at Derek who is checking the cameras on his cell. Greg upgraded both our phones and is streaming the hacked feeds to us.

“Yep,” Derek mutters. “Let’s go fuck up their day.”

My lips twitch as this gorgeous man looks over at me with a feral grin. We flew two hours out of South Carolina this morning to Lansing, Michigan, where Greg has been tracking a sex trafficking ring. He knows these are people we enjoy killing, and asked us to take care of dismantling it.

The darkness has been asking to be fed, and Lennon recognizes it. I believe this is why she told us to go.

“We’re on it, boss,” I say to Greg before moving through the alley to a back door that is currently open. We’re both wearing military utility pants tucked into black boots and black long-sleeved shirts. This is the uniform for this group as well.

Hustling, we catch the men walking to change shifts, easily snapping their necks and tossing them into the awaiting dumpster. Neither of us is out of breath, we are in perfect form too. Derek may not have started out as a natural killer, but his piece of shit father awakened it inside of him nonetheless.

“Are you here to fill in for Monroe and Richards?” a man named Marcus asks, glaring at us with eyes as dark as midnight as we approach the door.

“Yeah, Ms. Melodie asked us to come in,” I explain gruffly. Greg disguised his voice with a voice changer and called out for the two men that we just killed. Everything about this mission is precise and on a very thin timeline.

If anyone had seen them come in, we would have been fucked. Greg has the cameras on that side of the lot on a loop along with the parking lot. Monroe and Richards were also roommates, so that helped things immensely.

“Names,” Marcus says, looking down at his clipboard. He’s built like a linebacker with wide shoulders and has sandy blond hair. I’m sure he’s a real ladykiller.

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