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cod-imagines-fanfiction · 9 months

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Jealous Alejandro kidnaps Valeria's girlfriend to be interrogated by the 141 (2k words, part 1)

Summary: Inspired by one of my headcanons for Valeria. Valeria has gifted you a whole wing in her massive residence in Las Almas. Alejandro infiltrates the mansion to gather intel and finds you, Valeria's girlfriend. You are kidnapped by Alejandro and interrogated by the 141 on Valeria and her whereabouts. Got a bit carried away and will make a part 2! Link to fanfic on A03

Notes: Sorry for butchering Mexican Spanish, I Google-translated everything! Also tagging @lesvii in case u wanted to read it! TW: mentions of cheating, toxic Alejandro, threat of violence.

It was another beautiful night for you at the rich luxurious mansion of your girlfriend Valeria Garza, the infamous cartel mogul of Las Almas and Latin America. In the lowest basements of the estate sat enemies, tied on their chairs and ruthlessly interrogated by Valeria's henchmen. Blood stains littered the floor, the moans of these victims muffled by the layers of concrete that stood between them and the world above the surface. And much further above, on a secluded and spoiled part of the estate, you stretched lazily on a golden bathtub filled with hot water and bubbles, feeling the dolphin-shaped taps that winked at you with diamond eyes as you played around with the water. Your bathroom was filled with the scent of lavender and honey and you enjoyed another night of hard-earned relaxation. It wasn't easy being this loved and spoiled, but someone had to do it! Sure, Valeria had a prominently dark side that demanded constant attention, and could be a handful to love. Valeria needed three warm homemade meals every day, love each morning and night and a massage break during her siesta, and you met all of her wishes. In return, Valeria loved you hard and expensively.

Today was an especially tough day because Valeria needed to leave for a business trip.

"It's just three days, okay mi amor? I'll be back before you know it," she fussed over you at her doorstep, one of the few times she'd let you be seen by her henchmen. Ever since you were moved into Valeria's residence, she had scarcely left your side. And now here she was, needing to leave for some kind of business meeting that she refused to elaborate on. You knew it must've been important because you would hear various personnel discuss it carelessly when they thought you weren't listening from your balcony. And it must've been very important if it meant keeping her away from you for days. "But what about morning cuddles?" You sulked and held on to her shirt with the tip of your fingers. It was a bit self-indulgent and dramatic, but you really were going to miss her, and Valeria loved to feel needed anyway, so such pathetic displays were more than welcome. "I'll call you whenever I can, okay? Now give me a kiss."

And that's how you ended up having to amuse yourself for several days.

And that's when Alejandro decided to infiltrate the Las Almas residence.

You were soaking in the warm water, completely oblivious to the fact that your girlfriend's ex-lover was eyeing the residence for a vulnerable entry point. As you lathered your body in oils and creams, he was butchering the guards and dumping their bodies behind the bushes. As you sat on your Queen sized bed ready to rest for the night, he stood behind the door, listening. Alejandro had guessed that this must be Valeria's private area of the mansion because it was significantly nicer than the rest, and that said something. Whereas the rest of the mansion looked like it came from a luxury housekeeping catalogue, this part was more...personal. It had a personal touch to it, a woman's touch. And he knew Valeria had no interest in interior decoration. He passed hallways with floral and sensual pieces of art, past vases with carefully arranged flowers that probably had a deeper significance than he realised. Past a fully stocked kitchen with something freshly cooked on the stove, past a well-used sitting area decorated with pictures of two women smiling at the camera. Jealousy tugged at his heart at these displays of domesticity. He pulled a spy cam cord from his pocket and slid it underneath the door. And there on the bed, amid fluffy cushions and blankets, sat you.

And he remembered exactly who you were.

"Hermano, all good in there?" Soap's voice came through in his earpiece, jolting Alejandro from his revenge fantasy. "Si, be out in five," he whispered and pulled the camera back. It'd be more efficient to knock on the door and wait to take you with chloroform, but he could bet on his life that you were not part of the cartel. This was very much a regular civilian woman, a little trophy wife. And trophy wives can't fight off military personnel. Alejandro rammed through the door and lunged for you before you even had a moment to turn around. Having tucked yourself in your blankets, you had no time to even get up before this strange man put his hands on you.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Strange men with various insignias on their uniforms paced around the residence as you were pushed forward and towards the garden. The man was with Mexican Special Forces, that much you could tell. He laughed darkly and tightened his grip on you. "So, big El Sinobre left you behind, eh? Not so big and scary now, are we?" To your horror and surprise, a helicopter was lowering itself to the ground and shone a bright light on you, like you were a criminal. You wanted to protest that you hadn't actually done anything, but you were guilty by association. Another man leaned out of the helicopter and extended his arm to grab you. "That don't look like cartel to me, brother," a slightly Southern American accent decorated his speech as he grabbed your elbow and chucked you in. The Mexican man followed you along with some others. "She's the next best thing after Valeria, trust me. She'll come running to us in no time."

"Hermano, you sure about this? There are different rules for civilians." Another man spoke, a man with a mohawk and the Union Jack flag on his vest. The helicopter started raising itself off the ground and took off to God knows where. You were in your pyjamas still, feeling silly and vulnerable, too afraid to say anything. Valeria always warned people to stay quiet in front of enemies, and you couldn't be blamed for anything you hadn't said. "I'm positive, Hermano. I know how she works. We take something from her, and she'll come looking." The man sat right across from you, his eyes never leaving you. He was tall and dark, around Valeria's age you'd guess, maybe older. There was a menacing look in his eyes, as though he couldn't stand to look at you, yet his dark eyes never left yours. There was something else lurking underneath that you couldn't put your finger on. It was almost like hatred, though you couldn't understand why he'd hate you personally - you'd never seen him before. And yet he spoke of Valeria with such familiarity...it chilled you.

Next thing you knew, you were in some headquarters. Masses of soldiers marched to and from the facility, taking the time to glance your way as the men brought you to one of the warehouses. Amidst the uniformed men with pounds of kit on themselves, you felt naked. Within the warehouse was a metal container that, to your horror, seemed to be your new resting place. You were thrown on a chair and the container sealed shut after them. "She's being surprisingly cooperative so far," the man with the skull mask grumbled as he leaned back with his arms crossed. "Either that or poor thing doesn't speak English," said the American.

"I can speak English," you whispered and nodded to them, the first thing you said so far. "Perfecto." The American clapped his hands and walked towards you. He lowered himself to your level and brought his face menacingly close to yours, so close you could feel his breath on your cheek. "Now, we can do this the nice way. Or we can do this the army way. What will it be, sweetheart?" He stared you down with his blue eyes and you noticed the scar on his cheek; a clean slice on his combat-hardened face. You swallowed hard. "The nice way." He grinned with satisfaction and raised himself. "That's what I like to hear."

The man who kidnapped you stepped forward, towering over you and not bothering to lower himself like the American. "Where's Valeria?" He spat her name out like poison and your heart sank. "I don't kn-," you'd started saying but stopped when you saw how his eyes darkened. "She doesn't tell me anything. She keeps her business separate from me." "And who exactly are you?" The masked man spoke, his deep voice reverberating within the container. The Mexican man scoffed and paced around mumbling to himself. "This should be good." "Alejandro, please." Another man scolded in a whisper. Alejandro glared at him and shook his head, then looked at you with a deep frown that contorted an otherwise handsome face. His eyes, you realised, were looking at your fingers, one of which wore a thick golden band.

"I'm her partner." You resisted the urge to play with your ring, afraid of making any move in front of them. The American laughed loudly, making you jolt in your seat. "A cartel run by a lesbian, eh? Man, I love my job." "She's not a lesbian," Alejandro snapped quickly. The American stood up taller. "My friend, I think you need to cool off." "¡Anímate y díselo!" He yelled at you. "Alright, now hold on. How do you two know each other?" The American demanded as he pointed to you and Alejandro. "I don't know him," you mumbled and shook your head. "Mierda! You know perfectly well who I am." He exploded again. The man with the mohawk and the other Mexican man looked at you wearily, moving a little bit closer to you in light of Alejandro's outbursts. "I'm sorry, I really don't," you said with a wavering voice. That seemed to really set him off. Alejandro charged at you while swearing. "Vete al infierno hija de puta-"

The two men reached forward and drew him away from you. "Alejandro-" "Calm down, Commander." He shook them off then span around and looked at you again, his firsts curled on the handles of his vest. "Okay, go on. Speak." "I already told you she doesn't tell me anything! She doesn't want me to be involved and she doesn't tell me where she goes. I just take care of the house and that's it. And she'll be mighty pissed when she sees I'm gone." You threw your words at him.

"And now, you," the American pointed at Alejandro. "Valeria served in the Mexican Army, same unit but different squads. Until she betrayed us for the cartel. That's how I know her."

Suddenly, you realised who he was. You'd heard whispers about him amongst Valeria's friends. She would frequently be teased about 'moving camps' and being a heartbreaker. One of them even joked about how you were a homewrecking housewife. Valeria made sure you didn't see those people again. You thought it was all part of a big joke, until now. That part of her past, you guessed, must be him.

The American looked at you and you nodded. "Yes, she did that when we first met. But I don't know anything specific, she didn't tell me." The man who called Alejandro 'commander' looked at you closely and he, too, seemed familiar. He was also part of the Mexican Special Forces and seemed to be paired up with Alejandro. He had large, round brown eyes that were not unkind. He spoke up: "I remember her too. Valeria and she met just a bit before Valeria left the Mexican Army." The American looked at you with disdain after that, and the other man continued. "But she's not lying about not knowing Alejandro. Valeria kept her out of our business." You looked at him with relief and he looked away.

"Well we just pulled a heck of an operation to weed this one out, and we're not leaving until we get some answers," said the American man. "And I don't believe for a second that you're entirely clueless. Now you can either start singing or I'm gonna show you the difference between the military and me."

Notes: Thanks for reading! Link to part 2 :> Link to part 3

#call of duty valeria #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #cod valeria #cod valeria garza #cod valeria x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #cod modern warfare #mw2 #valeria imagines #valeria garza imagines

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fromthedust · 3 months

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Adolf M. Hopfmuller (German/American 1876-1971)

Adolf M. Hopfmuller - selected covers from SHADOWLAND magazine - 1919—1923

When publisher Eugene V. Brewster launched his third magazine SHADOWLAND in 1919, it was obvious this was something quite different. Billed as the “Handsomest Magazine in the World”, SHADOWLAND was most definitely an ARTS magazine, not just a movie fan magazine. Literary, theatrical, visual and fine arts, interior and set design, and yes, movies, and much more from the world of art, were all showcased inside SHADOWLAND. SHADOWLAND was retired in November 1923 and blended into the Brewster Publications sister magazine, Motion Picture Classic. A.M. Hopfmuller continued as the Art Director of Brewster Publications (Classic and Motion Picture Magazines) until he left the company in early 1926 at the age 51. Although he may have retired from Brewster Publications, A.M. Hopfmuller never retired from painting. He went on to work for another publishing mogul, William Randolph Hearst, on magazines such as Smart Set and McClures, and was named the Art Editor of Harper’s Bazaar in 1927. His creative interests and abilities weren’t limited to painting. Hopfmuller worked with wood, hand-carving picture frames, building rustic garden furniture, and carved bookcases.

“He enjoyed building models of sailing ships for his grandchildren to sail/race in a local park (we still have one). And he designed and maintained a beautiful garden on his property adjoining his house.” – Ruth Hamann (Hopfmuller’s grand-daughter-in-law)

more about his life:

www.50plusworld.com/shadowlands-art-deco-artist-a-m-hopfmuller/

#art by others #other's artwork #painting #illustration #Adolf M. Hopfmuller

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things-about-cars-in-posts · 6 months

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Miata Mod Master Mᴉsɥlᴉsʇ

[I had to spell Wishlist upside down to keep the alliteration going]

So, here's my first original post in quite a while. Apparently, the last one was a whole hundred followers ago - immense thanks to all 400 of you!!! And also, Tumblr informed me I got 1000 likes and kindly generated a picture for me to thank y'all for them with!

Given that's 2.5 likes per follower, I assume they mean 1000 likes just on my original posts, which would track considering most of my posts are additions, and liking all of those either counts towards that tally as just one like to my original post, or if you liked it through a reblog potentially nothing at all, because maybe likes to reblogs aren't counted even if they're reblogs of my own posts. But don't think I'm a numbers-chaser, this is just me wondering. Really, the only reason I even look at the activity chart of my blog is because I started trying to make that line as straight as possible for giggles (and then some of my posts blew up and ruined it, ecksdee). The thought of someone having enjoyed what I wrote has me smitten every time I see it, and I can barely even comprehend the idea that it happened a literal thousand times. I still can barely wrap my head around four hundred people all having decided they actively want to hear more from me. (Usually it's the opposite, har har.) I love all of you for it. The freaks, the puritans, the children (wait I just said that OOH GOTTEM), the adults, the uncomfortably weird, the hyper-organized users that use different blogs for each one of their passions, the hyper-random users that reblog my posts right after diaper fetish art. (And if you thought that was some whiplash, imagine the guy who followed a diaper fetish art blog getting shown me.)

But this is just me buying time, isn't it. Alright alright, let's talk about the wishlist, beginning with its premise.

This is not advice. This is not a list that makes sense at all, really - most of these items are way far down the list of things I'd do with the money they cost and/or the effort they'd take. This is a dream, where those aren't a factor. Just like some people's dream car is a ten million dollar hypercar that was built directly into the bodies of five Middle Eastern oil moguls, my dream car is a Miata with exactly these bits. (And a Seven, but I really need to stop confusing y'all with them being tied for the favorite car top spot.)

This list is based on a note I started in middle school for the fun of it (which is hopefully understood as the driving motive behind this all) and gradually updated through high school and sort of left behind after that, having kind of run out of bits to add to it. It's split into six sections:

Exterior

Interior (i.e. cabin, trunk and engine bay)

Drivetrain (i.e. anything that plays a role in making the wheels spin)

Chassis and suspension (i.e. chassis and everything that connects the wheels to it)

Electronics (i.e. electronics/microcontroller-related features)

Miscellaneous

This will be a chance for me to check the prices of all the things I listed and, at the end of it, tally up their total cost and feel feelings about its enormity. But of course, we'll need to start with a thing that was not in the note, as it was a given to me: the base car. So that will be the subject of my next addition to this post.

Because I can't make this a single post. Absolutely no chance. Even just any workaround to the image limit being about a fifth of the length of this list would be a nightmare for me to execute and for y'all to navigate. And frankly, the length of the task would make me, if not outright give up, at the very least skimp on the kind of explanations and discussions that I must assume are why you're all here. So I will need to make additions to this post (in the form of a reblog, of course) each going over one section at most. But truth be, even doing one reblog per section presents those problems, so some sections would need splitting in a number of parts. Or I could go to the other extreme and made one post per item (or when appropriate group of items), which would allow me to expand upon every which one as little or as much as appropriate while still keeping a tidy presentation. But to do this I would need to hide all the information bar the name under a Read More, because if I put as little as one picture before it by the time I'm at the end of the list every time this post appears in your dash you'll have to scroll past some hundred pictures to get to the bottom of it; also, of course, this would mean this post showing up in your dash upwards of a hundred times - though of course you could just ignore it a bunch of times and when you feel like it go through all the parts you've not read yet at once.

Right now I'm leaning towards the one post per item approach, which would allow me to work towards the completion of this abomination in small daily steps rather than in age-long parts which would also help addressing your other submissions. But it's very hard for me to figure out what y'all would prefer, as it's kind of hard for me to figure out who would actually want to read through the entirety of this. So, y'all are welcome to leave your feedback in the replies or through this non-binding format poll.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#i would have set something like two or three days but since day and week are the only options week it is #tumblr milestone #thank you #i am pretty sure those were tags included with the post but you know what I feel them so let's leave them in #mazda miata #mazda mx-5 #eunos roadster #miata mod master wishlist

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murfeelee · 2 months

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IWTV 2022 INSP - The Most Dangerous Man in the World

Daniel: I told my editor I was meeting with the most dangerous man in the world. Gave him two choices. He came back with Bezos and Putin! Louis: I wasn't sure you'd remembered me. Your book makes no mention of our prior meeting. Daniel: Gritty memoir, drugs, humiliation, self-pity kind of thing. Mention vampires in one of those, readers tend to call bulls***. You've got your own hangar at the airport, privileges on the Royal Meydan Bridge, and zero presence online. I know the Emirates are big on privacy, and that's probably important to you, but I gotta ask: what does it cost, this haven't-aged-in-half-a-century, killer views in all directions anonymity? Louis: Quite a lot. I have to be very careful whom I let in. Daniel: Yeah, well, things didn't end well the last time, so forgive me if I'm a little nervous! Louis: Back in San Francisco, you said, and I paraphrase, "Give it to me. Make me a vampire now." Daniel: In the eyes of a 20-year-old, you were wasting the gift. Louis: You're in your 20s, Rashid. What do you think? Rashid: Well, Mr. du Lac presides in the most desired real estate in the country. I do not see the "waste" Mr. Molloy sees. Daniel: Yeah, well, he lived in a dump the last time we did this. Louis: I'd give it to you now.

– Interview with the Vampire, S01E01, S01E06

MY THOUGHTS & CC CREDITS

MY THOUGHTS

My contribution to @iwtvfanevents' Vampterview rewatch of IWTV Season 1! \(^0^)/ I basically rebuilt Loumand's Dubai Penthouse from scratch, cuz in my other post it was on the same lot as Loustat's 1132 townhouse. 🤭 And I decided to remake my Daniel & Rashid/Armand sims, cuz I was too lazy to crack open my old saves and save a copy of them to my bin. So...yeah, "a do-over," in Daniel's words. XD

I just love thinking about Louis' strange life as a billionaire mogul, and how AMC's nodding to the life he had with Armand in Miami & NYC in the books, and the life he now has with "Rashid" in Dubai. I have many suspicions about what went down to bring Loumand to Dubai, and where in the books' timeline we even are. I need answers, Rolin!!!!

CC CREDITS

Dubai world; Zen Tower at Youtube (I just gutted the interior)

Limo by FreshPrince

Helicopter by @dailycard

IWTV Books & Rollercoaster "bridge" w/ Fullbright in beta by me

#sims 3 loustat #interview with the vampire #vampterview #sims 3 asian #sims 3 vampires #sims 3 gameplay

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joelalorian · 5 months

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Tides of Desire - Chapter Two: The Adventure Begins

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Series warnings: 18+ MDNI, adventure, alcohol, injuries, fluff, angst, smut. Reader is a badass. Smallish age gap (reader is 32 or so, Joel is 40). Additional warnings will be posted with each chapter as needed. No use of y/n.

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Chapter Two: The Adventure Begins

Charter day dawned with a sense of energy, leaving you keyed up for the mid-morning arrival of the first guests. You were the first of the deck crew up once again and you returned to the spot from the previous day, hoping to at least lay eyes on Joel. To your great surprise, he was already there, leaning against the rail with two mugs in hand and eyes on the horizon. You were about to approach, broad smile gracing your lips, when you saw Tess join him. She bumped his shoulder gently, eyes sparkling, and slipped the spare mug from his hand. You watched Joel’s head turn toward hers as they fell into quiet conversation. It seemed… intimate.

Your heart plummeted to your stomach.

She must have left the cabin before you even got up. You didn’t notice if she was still there when you left, too focused on the day ahead. Well, that certainly answered your question from the other night – they must be together. You knew better than to hope for anything else.

You slipped away before either of them turned in your direction, returning to the crew mess for something to eat. You’d just hang there until everyone else got up and the workday officially started.

Joel caught your reflection in the large window just as you fled, his brow furrowing. He hoped to see you out here again – it seemed you both gravitated toward the same spots on the boat during the rare quiet moments – but Tess caught him as he was making coffee and asked to join him on deck. He wanted to call out to you, to make sure you knew you were welcome to join them, but you were gone before his brain connected with this mouth.

“Quite the crop of new crew this year,” Tess said, recalling him from the thought of you. Her tone was aiming for nonchalance, but Joel picked up on the underlying intention after so many years of friendship. She was digging.

“Just say what you want to say, Tess,” he grumbled back, eyes once again locked on the horizon.

“You like her.” It was a statement, not a question. Still, Joel knew exactly who she meant, and he was not impressed.

“I hardly know her.”

“Fine. You’re attracted to her then.”

“That a crime worthy of interrogation now?”

This was the way of it. Short statements and questions shot back and forth until Tess was satisfied with whatever information she gleaned, or Joel became annoyed. They never knew which would happen first.

She glared at him. “No. I just haven’t seen that in a long time. Not since—”

“Enough.”

“It’s just… you haven’t gotten involved with anyone on a yacht since then.”

He barely let Tess finish before cutting in with a hissed, “I said enough. I’m not having this conversation on the first day of charter – the second damn day on the boat, for fuck’s sake. And I’m not getting involved with anyone on this yacht.”

Tess held her hands up, mug still clutched in one, and shrugged. “Alright. Pardon the fuck out of me for looking out for my friend.”

As old friends do, they fell into a comfortable silence as they finished their coffee, Joel refusing to think about the past Tess tried to dredge up.

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The first charter guests, a tech mogul with a penchant for innovation and his eclectic entourage, were due to arrive any moment. The interior of the ship was a fury of activity as the deck crew rushed to change into their dress white uniforms to welcome the new arrivals. The interior crew, freshly changed, were pouring glasses of champagne, hands trembling with anticipation. Tess was making last minute checks on the food she prepared so far, before rushing to get changed.

Captain Joel stood near the passerelle with Frank, checking the timer on his watch. He liked to test the crew on their timeliness the first few charters to make sure there was improvement following the first one of the season. At two minutes until Joel’s self-imposed time limit, you and Sarah arrived, a sense of pride and warmth filling him at the sight of you both. You were closely followed by the rest of the crew, all making it before Joel’s watch beeped.

He intentionally called the time early so he and Frank could assess everyone’s uniforms and make sure the interior crew had the champagne and warm towels ready for the guests. He shied away from inspecting your uniform after his earlier conversation with Tess, letting Frank do it instead. After this morning, you weren’t certain how to act or feel around him anyway, so maybe it was for the best. In the end, Joel was suitably impressed that everything was in order and smiled. “Good job,” he said to no one in particular.

You don’t know what you were expecting with this first charter, only knowing that the primary guest was some uber rich tech wiz, but it certainly wasn’t a man-child leading a bunch of outrageously dressed young men and women onto the yacht. The primary could hardly be older than Sarah and he was a billionaire? You could practically hear the collective groan from the crew – you all knew that this charter was going to be… interesting.

“Welcome aboard Radiance. I’m Captain Joel,” he greeted the guests with a handshake as they filed onboard. The rest of the crew stood in a receiving line doing the same until each individual guest had been greeted. “Sarah, our Chief Stewardess, will give you a tour and show you to your cabins. We hope you enjoy your stay with us.”

Your gaze followed Joel as he walked away, broad shoulders stretching the white dress shirt. Your eyes slid down, admiring the curve of his ass in the well-fitted pants, and you shook your head. Must not ogle the captain! Glancing around to see if anyone noticed, you caught Tess’s eye, your cheeks warming at her assessing gaze before shifting your eyes to the floor. Fuck.

What was it about Joel that had you so off kilter? He was just a man. An ungodly attractive man, but a man, nonetheless. Whatever it was, it needed to end. He and Tess clearly had something going on and no matter how large the yacht was, it was too small to get tangled up in that kind of mess.

“Alright, deck crew! Let’s get the luggage onboard and disconnect the passerelle. I recon we’ll be setting off soon,” Tommy directed once the deck was clear of guests. Ever the southern gentleman, he let you and Ellie down the passerelle first, Connor following on your heels, before descending to the dock himself.

“Not too heavy for you, is it, darlin’?” Tommy questioned as you hefted a large bag on one shoulder and rolled another in front of you.

Rolling your eyes, you strutted past him with a scoff. What was it with these Millers and their cutesy little nicknames? You could feel the burn of his gaze on your back as you climbed back onto the yacht without breaking a sweat. You might be a woman, but you were strong. Take that, misogyny.

It took the team a few trips to get all the luggage down to the guest cabins. Once finished, Joel called over the radio that it was time to depart, and Tommy assigned stations. You were on the aft deck with Connor, pulling in the lines as fast as you could as the engine roared to life below the waterline. You listened to Tommy call out distances to Joel over the radio, picking up how seamlessly the brothers worked together. Soon enough, the yacht was cruising into the turquoise waters of the open sea, the breeze tossing your hair around.

There were only a few minutes to enjoy the feeling of being on the water again before Tommy called the deck team to order over the radio for the next task. “Get changed into your dailies. We’re gonna get to work on the toys so they’re ready when we drop anchor.” You let Connor call back the confirmation and set off for your cabins.

The rest of the morning was a blur as you worked getting the jet skis, kayaks, and other water toys ready to launch. Once the anchor dropped in a quiet spot off Puerto Rico, you began inflating and setting up the slide with Ellie while Tommy and Connor put the tender and jet skis in the water.

The charter guests were a rowdy bunch, the alcohol flowing from the moment they were handed that first glass of champagne, and the deck was already a mess from spilled liquid.

“Fuckin’ animals, man,” Ellie grumbled as you cleaned up another broken glass.

You nodded in agreement. “Perhaps the stews should give them plastic cups.”

Watching the stews, you both knew they had it even worse, bending over backwards to meet the guests’ every whim. By the time dinner service was over, Sarah looked exhausted, the stress of training new staff along with challenging charter guests weighing heavily on her. Needing no instruction from Tommy, you swooped in to assist the interior with cleaning up, taking on the pile of dishes stacked by the sink. Ellie followed your lead and jumped in to assist elsewhere, neither of you noticing Joel standing in the doorway, his dark eyes observing everything.

“Hey Dad,” Sarah chirped, buzzing past him as she rushed into the galley with a final handful of dirty glasses. “Thanks for doing that, England! It’s a huge help. This is the last of it. The guests are drunk and sleepy, so they’re off to bed.”

You froze when Sarah came in, unaware that Joel was basically standing there watching you work. Elbow deep in soapy water, you glanced over your shoulder at him, lips tilting upwards of their own accord at the soft expression on his face.

“Did good today,” he said, voice deep and gravelly. You weren’t sure he was talking to you even though his eyes still held yours. Clearing his throat, he broke the connection and glanced at Sarah. “You all did. Quite the first day.”

“Thanks, Dad.” “Cheers, Cap.” Sarah and you spoke at the same time, erupting into exhausted giggles. Joel appeared amused against his will, shaking his head.

“Better hit the hay. I’m sure they’ll keep y’all on your toes tomorrow. Night.” He tapped the counter twice, gazing at you one last time before leaving.

Having looked up from what she was doing, Sarah glanced between you and her dad’s departing figure, calling out a good night to him. She quirked a single eyebrow, one side of her mouth tilting up in a half smile. You were too busy finishing up the washing to notice and set off for bed the moment you were done.

Tess arrived in the cabin as you got out of the shower. “Hey,” she greeted looking as exhausted as you felt. “Long day.”

“Hey. Heard your food was divine today,” you replied, running the last dry patch of the bath towel over your wet hair. “The guests were raving about it.”

“Eh, they were easy to please,” Tess brushed off your compliment, heading for her turn in the shower.

“Alrighty then,” you mumbled to yourself, falling into bed with a quiet groan. Normally the bright light would have kept you from sleep, but you were far too exhausted for anything to stop you from falling into a deep slumber before Tess even got out of the shower.

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“These young people really sleep in. Should I skip breakfast altogether and just go on to lunch? Let all this go to waste?” Tess stared down at all the prep work she did for eggs benedict before glancing at the clock on the wall. It was half eleven and there were no signs of life from the guest cabins. It was beginning to frustrate all the staff, not just Tess. The later they slept in, the later the night would last later.

“I’m not a mind reader, I have no idea what they’ll want when they finally surface,” Sarah grumbled back. It was typical that the Chief Stew and Chef would butt heads on these charters, and this was mild compared to what you’d seen on other yachts, born more from exhaustion than any actual beef between them.

“I volunteer the deck team to take the breakfast food off your hands, if you need the help,” you chimed in, belly growling at the thought of a 5-star eggs benedict.

Tess and Sarah shared an eye roll before laughing at you. “Typical,” Sarah joked, which you expected. What you did not expect, though, was Tess’s response.

“Have at it if you’re hungry.” She handed you a small plate chock full of delicious looking breakfast food. Your eyes widened and a part of you waited for her to pull the plate away in jest. Tess smiled at you instead, holding the plate further toward you. “It’s just gonna go to waste otherwise.”

“Thank you, really,” you replied, flashing her a broad smile as your mouth already watered at the anticipated flavors. Not bothering to take the meal to the crew mess, you feasted right there in the galley. An unholy moan slipped from you at the first bite, the savory flavors unlike any eggs benedict you’d had before. A deep chuckle sounded from the other side of the room, and you nearly choked on the second bite.

“That good, huh?” Joel teased.

All eyes were on you as heat flashed up your neck and cheeks. You had to be overheating. Mortified and torn between fleeing or finishing your free meal, the thought of missing out on such good food left your feet planted in place.

“Indeed, it is,” you shot back, finally finding your voice. “Tess’s food is fucking brilliant.”

As laughter echoed through the galley, Joel continued watching you eat with an unexpected intensity in his deep brown eyes. Frowning back at him, you were confused. How could he look at you like that with Tess right there? And as for Tess, she didn’t seem the least bit bothered by his attention on you instead of her.

“I’m glad you like it,” Tess said. “Think I’ll put that on my resume – my food is fucking brilliant.”

The four of you erupted in laughter again. You were really beginning to like Tess, even if you didn’t understand the dynamic between her and Joel. She was damn good at her job, and you respected that. She was also funny and, apparently, a very good friend to those in her circle.

“Updating your resume? You finally had enough of us?” Joel’s dark chocolate eyes finally shifted from you to Tess. You should have felt a sense of relief. Instead, you were left chilled without the warmth of that heavy gaze on you.

“You wish.” Tess threw a biscuit at Joel’s forehead. He snatched it out of the air with cat-like reflexes and bit into it ravenously, eyes narrowed at Tess the whole time.

It was almost like getting a glimpse at their life as a family rather than in their roles on the yacht, and you felt like an intruder, quietly excusing yourself from the galley before anyone picked up on your sudden discomfort. It was getting to be such a roller coaster being in the vicinity of those two.

It was a relief to find the charter guests starting to emerge when you arrived on the sun deck, knowing it meant you could focus on work.

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“She’s attracted to you, too. In case you were wondering.” Unable to stop herself, Tess started in the moment Sarah was called away to the main salon.

“Will you quit it,” Joel sighed, biting into another wasted eggs benedict. You were right, he thought. Tess’s food was fucking brilliant.

“I shan’t. You need a swift kick in the ass to do anything about it.” The back and forth kept going as Tess refired the eggs after a radio call from Sarah. The guests still wanted breakfast despite it now being early afternoon.

“Tess, please. ‘M the Captain. I can’t do anything about it right now,” Joel explained, hoping in vain that the woman would listen to him for once. “‘Sides, like I said yesterday, I barely know anything about her.”

Feeling extra feisty, Tess threw an eggshell at the exasperating man. “That’s exactly what I’m saying! You can still get to know her while being the captain without doing anything you deem inappropriate.”

Growling frustratedly, Joel wiped egg goo off his cheek. “Just bein’ attracted to her while also bein’ her captain is inappropriate. How can you not see that?”

Tess held up another eggshell, ready to toss it at him when Joel grabbed her wrist tightly. “Throw another damn thing at my face and I will fire your ass, regardless of how fucking good your food is. I mean it.”

“Fine,” she snapped, dropping the detritus into the garbage. “Despite what you think, Mr. Holier Than Thou, getting to know your crew is not inappropriate, even if you are attracted to them.”

Joel huffed, ready to walk away from the entire conversation. As he reached the doorway, he turned back, needing to know something. “Why are you pushing this so hard?”

Eyeing him flatly, Tess shrugged. “Because your love life is so boring – or should I say your lack of love life is so boring.”

“God, you are the worst kind of friend,” he grumbled, turning once again to leave.

“Oh yeah? What kind of friend is that?” she called after him.

“The interferin’ kind!” Joel shout back. Tess’s cackles echoed down the hall behind him.

He gave the idea careful consideration on the journey back to the bridge, though. Perhaps Tess was right – getting to know the staff was not inappropriate. Even being a little flirtatious wasn’t inappropriate. He just didn’t want to risk crossing any lines that would lead to impropriety. He took his career and role on the yacht seriously and didn’t want to do anything to risk that. Joel learned the hard lessons of that long ago, when he was still immature, thinking only with his dick, and it nearly jeopardized everything.

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“Don’t ask me, Uncle Tommy. I just work here,” Sarah snarked, already losing her patience with the demands of the charter guests and, therefore, the other crew. “How the hell should I know what a virtual reality party is?”

“Don’t take that tone with me, lil’ miss,” Tommy barked back.

You and Ellie happened upon the scene in the crew mess by accident, finding both Millers standing lean and tall with hands on their hips, glares crossing. You were a little shocked to be honest and stood silent. Ellie, on the other hand, perked right up at the mention of a virtual reality party.

“The tech wiz wants a virtual reality party? That’s my jam, man. Can I help?” she pleaded, eyes wide and hopeful.

“Yes! I need all the help I can get with this,” Sarah immediately replied, relieved to have someone who knew what the hell they were doing.

“No! You can’t just steal my crew without consulting with me first, Sarah! That’s not how this works.” Running his hands through his long curls, Tommy tried valiantly to reign in his frustration.

“What are you talking about? You’re standing right here! You were literally consulted when your crew member asked to help right in front of you!”

“There is a process we have to follow, you know this.”

“Why are you deliberately being an asshole, Uncle Tommy?”

It was like watching a tennis match, the back and forth too entertaining to look away as you and Ellie stood there with raised brows and open mouths.

“What in God’s name is going on in here?” Joel’s voice boomed as he entered the crew mess, shocking the other Millers to silence. “I could hear you both two decks up! That is unacceptable when we have guests onboard. Get it together!”

It was quite the sight watching Joel in full-on captain mode while he de-escalated the situation. He listened with unbridled focus as the other two Millers explained their sides, you and Ellie forgotten in the background. In fact, a tiny part of your brain wondered what the hell you were doing still standing there, you had nothing to do with the argument or the planned activity. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to move a muscle, too enamored with watching Joel in action.

“It’s settled, then. Ellie will assist the interior team with the tech-related parts of this charter to meet the needs of the guests. I’m sure this is a solution we can all live with.” Joel commanded, drawing your attention back to the situation rather than obsessing over how attractive he was. He glanced between Sarah and Tommy to confirm they understood, before shifting his gaze to Ellie. “Thank you for pitchin’ in and sharing your expertise, Ellie.”

Turning to you last, Joel’s brow furrowed as if he wasn’t sure why you were there. To be honest, neither were you until you remembered you were supposed to be going on break for an hour. He lingered while the others went back to work, and you shifted to the fridge to pull out something to eat.

“Would you like some?” You offered Joel some of the salad you made earlier and the half a baguette you swiped from Tess, grabbing extra utensils just in case, while his dark chocolate eyes remained focused on your every move.

Much to your surprise, he slid into a spot next to you at the table. “Don’t mind if I do.”

You honestly weren’t expecting that, and it left you stunned for a few moments before Joel plucked a fork out of your hand and began helping himself to your salad. A giggle bubbled up from your belly as you joined him in digging in.

“You settlin’ in alright?” he questioned between bites, his body shifting slightly to face more toward you.

The two of you were alone in the crew mess and his entire attention was focused on you. It was borderline intimidating, yet entirely invigorating. Despite the uncertainty regarding the situation between Joel and Tess, you would soak up the attention and time you got from the handsome captain whenever you could.

“Absolutely, everything is going well so far. I love getting to know new people and working hard. We have a great team, so the work is more fun,” you explained. “How long have you been a captain?”

Taking a moment to finish chewing, Joel smiled. “A long time – about eighteen years. I got my first captain position when Sarah was three.”

You weren’t sure exactly how old he was, and you didn’t want to just come out and ask, but you were trying to piece it together through the tidbits of himself he shared. “Did you always know this would be a career?”

His eyes took on a reminiscent glaze as he nodded. “Once I got my first gig on a shrimp boat the summer before junior year of high school, I knew I wanted to work on the water. There was just somethin’ ‘bout the sea that spoke to me, connected with my soul, and I needed that at the time. I worked my way out of fishing boats to become a bosun on charter yachts by the time I graduated high school. Next thing I knew, I was takin’ courses to get my captain’s license and spendin’ a ton of hours at sea.”

“That must have been hard, especially when Sarah came around.” You never heard him speak so much at once, his voice washing over you pleasantly, and it warmed your heart to learn more about him.

“It was… challengin’ but I was determined and had my parents to lean on back then. They would watch her during the season until she was old enough to accompany me on the yacht. That’s how she fell in love with life on the water, too,” Joel explained. A soft blush was starting to spread across his tanned face, and you knew he was feeling a little exposed now. Sure enough, he turned the focus back to you. “How about you? Lookin’ to make this a career?”

There was such authentic interest in his eyes as he waited for you to answer, and you found yourself sharing stories about your time sailing with your grandfather and how you lost yourself in the corporate world for a while. “I would love to make a career out of yachting – maybe become a First Officer or even Captain – can’t imagine there are a lot of female ones in this industry. I don’t know, but for now, I’m happy busting my bum out there on deck.”

Salad long finished, Joel had his chin perched on his fist as his elbow leaned on the table, listening to you. He was mesmerized, dark eyes soft, soaking up everything you said like a sponge. “I would be happy to guide you if you’d like to become a captain. Give you a behind the scenes look at it, if you will. Like I said, it’s a lot of work, but well worth the effort if you have a passion for the sea like we do.”

Holy shit! Joel Miller wanted to basically mentor you. Eyes wide, you stared at him, stunned. You were already drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Working more closely with him would be awesome… or disastrous. Either way, you weren’t stupid. There was no way you were turning that down.

“Are you serious? That would be fucking brill!” The accent became heavier in your excitement and Joel let out a deep laugh.

The sound of your name being called over the radio shattered the moment and brought you both back to reality. Looking at your watch, your break was long over, and you were late for your duties. You stood, snatching up your radio from the seat beside you, and basically nudged Joel out of the way as you returned Tommy’s radio call. In your haste, you called out over your shoulder to thank Joel for… well, everything.

Joel watched you leave with a chuckle. You were quite something. He didn’t know what it was or why he was drawn to you so strongly, so suddenly, but it was near impossible to fight the urge to be close to you. For someone so terrified of crossing the line, his offer to work more closely with you was probably one of the stupidest things he’d ever done.

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How Ellie was able to pull off a last-minute virtual reality party for the guests was a mystery, but she did, and she nailed it. With her guidance, Sarah was able to secure eight VR headsets, strobe lights, and four drones along with futuristic décor to decorate the flybridge for the party from her provisions contact. It was a hectic afternoon for them both, but the result was amazing, and the guests were thoroughly entertained long into the night. From then on, Ellie became the tech guru of the crew.

The next couple of days went by in a blur, the deck crew kept busy with entertaining the guests on the water and the interior crew rushing around to keep them well fed and as drunk as the guests wanted. The long days left you exhausted, sleeping like the dead at the end of your shifts. There was barely enough time or energy to speak to your coworkers about anything other than what needed to be done that day, let alone talk to Joel about how to go about this mentoring thing.

It was a relief to all the crew when the final morning of the charter arrived. The guests, though young and rambunctious, had been better behaved than you anticipated. As you all stood on the aft deck bidding them goodbye while they departed, the main guest handed Joel a fat envelope with a heartfelt thanks for an entertaining week on the Radiance.

“Alright, finish the cleanin’ and we’ll have a tip meeting in an hour,” Joel told you all once the guests were out of earshot.

Everyone busted their asses for the hour to get as much done as possible knowing that you’d get some much-deserved down time for a day or two before the next charter. You couldn’t wait to let loose a bit. And sleep. You looked forward to lots and lots of sleep.

At the top of the hour, Joel called everyone to the main salon for the tip meeting. Each of you took a spot on the creamy leather sectional as Sarah and Emmy passed out flutes of champagne to celebrate the completion of the first charter. Joel entered the room once everyone was settled, the fat envelope in one hand and a notebook in the other.

“Thanks baby girl,” Joel murmured to Sarah as she handed him the final flute filled with pale bubbling liquid. Settling into the lone armchair, he looked around at the group, lips tilted up in a smile. “I’d say the first charter was a success. Few lil’ bumps along the way that we’ll have to iron out, but you all did well. For those new to the crew, I like to celebrate one of the crew for stepping up on each charter. This week, it’s Ellie for saving the day with the primary guest’s request for a VR party.”

Cheers sounded in the salon, causing Ellie’s cheeks to flush with a mix of embarrassment and pride.

“You knocked it outta the park, kid,” Joel said, his eyes shining with pride for the young woman who had become part of his family. “Now, let’s get down to the good stuff – the tip. The primary was really impressed with not only the VR party but the food and service as well. He left us $25,000, which comes down to about $2,777 apiece. Congrats and keep up the good work!”

Another round of cheers echoed through the room as everyone clinked glasses and scooped up their portion of the tip. Downing your own champagne, you set the glass on the table and eagerly fanned the bills in your face.

“We have two free days before the next charter arrives. Go relax and enjoy yourselves. I’ve arranged dinner for ya on the island tonight,” Joel informed you all before standing. “Once the duties are finished today, you’re free to do your own thing.”

Your eyes followed Joel’s form as he left for the bridge. Maybe you’d get a chance to talk to him later. For now, you were looking forward to a shower and an ice-cold beverage. Everything was pretty much wrapped up between the two teams, so everyone headed down to the crew cabins.

“What are you wearing to dinner?” Tess asked as you both searched through your wardrobes. “Knowing Joel, he probably picked one of the nicer restaurants.”

“Does he do that often? Make us reservations?” You pulled out a sleek, black, sleeveless dress that fell right at the knee. “I think I’ll wear this.”

“Joel will usually do this after the first and last charters of the season. Just his way of thanking us, I guess.” Tess eyed the dress in your hands. “That’s a good choice. I’m going with pants, I think.”

You took turns in the bathroom, showering and applying a touch of makeup. You left your hair down to flow over your shoulders in waves. Tess emerged from the bathroom clad in fitted black capris and a sleeveless blouse with a deep vee neck. Her hair was swept to the side, falling over one shoulder. She looked incredibly tall and beautiful, and you felt a pang of insecurity.

“Wow, Tess. You look amazing.” You meant it despite your insecurities.

“You clean up nice as well,” she replied, once again blowing off a compliment with a cheeky smile.

The pair of you chatted for a while before heading out to meet the others in the crew mess. You learned that Tess was from Detroit and only a handful of years older than you. She studied culinary science after falling in love with cooking. And, most surprisingly of all, she was divorced and currently not dating anyone.

That one left you confused. Maybe whatever it was between Joel and Tess was casual, friends with benefits type thing? Curiosity got the better of you and you blurted, “But, aren’t you and Joel a thing?”

The riotous laughter emanating from Tess surprised you further, heat flooding your neck and face at the realization of just how wrong your assumptions were.

“Oh my god, that’s a good one,” she said, eyes watering from the strength of her laughter. “Joel and I are close, but like siblings, not lovers.” Tess was still laughing while your thoughts turned introspective.

Joel and Tess were not together. The shared glances between the two of you made more sense now and you no longer felt guilty about being attracted to him while rooming with who you thought was his girlfriend or lover. It was both a relief and a new type of torture. You still could not do anything about your attraction and that just sucked.

The rest of the crew was at the table, pre-gaming some shots while waiting for everyone to be ready to go. Tess and you joined them, the burn of the liquid sliding down your throat bringing you out of your head. The second shot flooded you with the warm fuzzies, giving your brain a slight buzz.

It was a short walk to the restaurant that overlooked the marina. You walked with Talia and Emmy, taking the opportunity to get to know them a bit. Emmy was amongst the youngest of the crew having just turned 21. She had that youthful glow in her delicate, porcelain skin, with glossy, straight blonde hair. Where Emmy was bright and chatty, Talia was dark and mysterious. Her olive skin shimmered in the moonlight and her thick, dark hair was pinned up at the top her head. Talia spoke smoothly, but shared little about herself, preferring instead to inquire about you and Emmy. You could tell the two of them had formed a bond already over the past week, a sort of protective vibe emanating from Talia toward the younger, less experienced woman.

Ahead of you three, the mismatched pair of Ellie and Sarah were chatting animatedly. You learned from Tess that they were close friends despite the clear differences in their personalities.

Tess led the eclectic group with Tommy, Connor and Sammy tagging along in their wake. Tommy held court, entertaining the other three with some outrageous story, making them all laugh uproariously. The merriment brought a smile to everyone’s face.

The restaurant was busy when you arrived, but the staff had a large outdoor table waiting for you all. You sat between Sammy and Tommy, across from Sarah and Tess. Tommy regaled the table with more tall tales as the group ordered drinks and tapas, Tess pointing out the best things on the menu.

“So, there we were, naked as the day we were born, and the damn police show up. Our clothes were nowhere to be found, the girls must have hidden them or somethin’. As the two officers approached, Joel noted that they’re both chicks and, instead of covering himself up, he stood there with arms crossed in front of his chest and a smirk on his face. Before they could utter a word, he said, ‘like what ya see, darlin’?’ and I lost it.”

Tommy took a moment to catch his breath and take a long sip of his drink. “Needless to say, we were arrested, and the cops paraded our naked asses through the whole station before offering us something to cover up with.”

“My dad is such an idiot!” Sarah declared happily, not looking the least bit scandalized about her dad’s behavior. You assumed she must have heard this story, and likely many others, before.

The entire table was hysterical with laughter and the server delivered another round of drinks. Your mind was in the gutter, envisioning Joel naked and proudly confronting a couple of female cops. The mere idea of it was doing something to you…

“Who bailed you out?” you asked suddenly, needing to distract yourself from naughty thoughts about your boss.

“I did,” Tess chimed in before Tommy could answer. “And it wasn’t the first time. The two of them were nothing but trouble back then. Still are, in many ways.”

Why weren’t you surprised? They really were like siblings, over twenty years of friendship making them more like family.

After dinner, the group of you ventured over to a nearby bar for more drinks and some dancing. The place was busy but not packed, with plenty of room on the dance floor for some booty shaking. A couple shots and you were the first of the group on the floor, Sammy soon joining you, dancing in circles around each other with bright, buzzed smiles. Tommy sidled up behind you, sandwiching you between him and Sammy as you wiggled your hips to the beat.

For a brief moment, your drunken mind worried about the appropriateness of dancing like this with Tommy, but his hands remained on your waist without straying and you let yourself fall back into the pull of the music blaring from the sound system. Hips rocking, arms waving, and hair tossed around wildly, the three of you were working up a sweat on the dance floor when the remainder of the group joined you. Emmy and Connor were quick to get close, grinding on each other and sharing boozy glances. Your buzzed mind briefly wondered if they’d hook up.

You danced until exhaustion won out, the group of you stumbling back to the yacht ready to crash in your bunks.

It was late, but Joel was still up, awaiting the safe return of his daughter and the rest of the crew before he could sleep. He watched from the shadowed upper deck as the group approached. Sarah and Tess appeared to be the least inebriated of the bunch and he was proud of his daughter for having fun without losing herself in the alcohol. You, on the other hand, were quite drunk, leaning heavily on an equally drunk Tommy, supporting each other as you stumbled onto the passerelle.

Joel’s jaw clenched at the sight of his brother’s arms around you, the pair of you rumpled and sweaty, and he turned away, heading for his quarters now that everyone was back on board.

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Found Ch. 2

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

Words: 2.1k+

Summary: After finally finding out reader’s whereabouts, Lloyd comes to make up for lost time, by any means necessary

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, mentions of past life, mentions of gun use, a smidge of violence, mentions of headshots, explicit language.

A/N: I’m back to this unhinged man! I enjoyed writing this after my long stint of not writing and I hope you all love it! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

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I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Flashback

You stare at the detailed brief, scanning over it twice… three times. The mission seemed like an easy feat, one that you felt needed no help on. But you were the newbie, a fresh face is what the director described.

Graduating at the top of your class, excelling is every single test, you were deemed overly qualified for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Your skills were one to envy, with perfect scores on all targets, there was no better shooter than you. Even on your worst day, the best agent couldn’t even get close to you.

It took you a while to be seen by someone who actually respected your qualifications. But it was work unlike you had ever seen.

It didn’t matter the target that you were assigned. If it had a pulse, it wouldn’t be once Le silencieux came in and did what needed to be done.

News of your abilities circled around until An Agency decided to take you in. Promising you bigger targets with bigger pay. You would kill anyone. Almost.

Children were always off limits…

Something that the agency respected. Seeming as though they had other contractors that would do that side of the dirty work.

You didn’t need anybody to help you. Which was why as you look at the brief one more time, there was a point of contact. A supervisor that would be accompanying you on said mission.

Lloyd Hansen was a household name and when the agency needed effective work, he was the guy to call. That was up until you came along and he got wind of your talents.

If it wasn’t your job in Berlin that alerted him of your prowess, it was definitely your last job or taking out one of the top-paid tycoons on the West Coast of America.

Said to be the most untouchable mogul in the world, you decided to prove that theory otherwise. To the media, the cause of the death was natural causes.

But Lloyd knew better. He looked over the autopsy reports over and over. You left everything pristine and even he would roll his eyes at having to do extra work.

It didn’t take him much asking to be put to watch over you. With a record like yours, you didn’t need a babysitter.

He just wanted to have a front-row seat to just how good you were….

Present Day

Your fingers hit the numbers on the keypad quicker than you’ve ever moved, hearing the access notification. With no time to waste, you motion for Lloyd to enter, smelling the same scent that you knew so well.

As the door closes by your hand alone, silence fills the room. The tension was as loud as ever and you wanted nothing more than to quell the impending elephant in the room.

“Nice office ya got here munchkin,” Lloyd’s voice comes into play as she looks around the modern study.

Professional and well organized to the naked eye and you wanted to keep it that way.

Pleasantries weren’t something that you really had time for. The reason for your disappearance stood before you, that smug smirk on his face as he set his eyes on you.

It was maddening the way one look could annoy all the fibers in your being. He was the only one that could do that.

And nothing had changed from then to now.

Steel is held to your waist, not letting your finger slip from the trigger as you look over at Lloyd, the annoyance already rolling off you.

“You’re not here to talk interior decorating and I don’t have time to talk nice,” you say curtly, your feet planted in the same spot, “Now… What do you want?”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Can never tell with you Lloyd. You’re not very good at context clues. Cut the shit.”

Lloyd stares into you, a soft smirk weighing on his lips as he pulls his gun from the holster, automatically making you draw yours.

“Easy there sharp shooter… I come in peace for the moment,” a grin spreading across his face as she sits on the edge of your desk.

You don’t trust him and he knows that by the way your gun is still pointing at him between the eyes.

He sits there on the desk, watching you… studying you even, looking at the slight changes of your compared to years ago.

Still as beautiful as he remembered but more… scared.

Like you finally had something or someone to lose…

If it was one thing you knew: Lloyd Hansen Never puts his gun down. For once, you decided to trust him. Whatever he wanted needed to be said now. No telling when exactly Lili would wake up.

With reluctance, you place your guns in their holsters, making sure you had easy access in case he had any ideas.

“Why are you here?”

“Colibri…”

“Don’t,” you say sharply, your voice not faltering, “You don’t get to call me that…”

A frown sets on his lips, the tick in his jaw evident as he clenches his fist, “You left… without a word. Care to explain that?”

You smirk, deciding to play him at his own game, “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Cute… real cute cupcake,” the deep chuckle coming from his throat, his eyes boring into yours, “You know… I hate broken families,” He starts off, raising from his makeshift seat and walking over to you.

His height towered over you but it didn’t matter. You were the only woman to ever to bring Lloyd Hansen to his knees. A feat that even the most notorious assassin couldn’t even do.

You never budged as he stalked closer, his cologne just barely kissing the insides of your nostrils.

Still bold with a hint of sweetness, just like the scent you got for him, courtesy of your many stays in France.

Lloyd bends just a little to meet your eye level, shamelessly breathing you in as he lets out a low groan, “Still as delicious as I remember… I would hate to have to slowly get my answer from you ma douce and you know I can take my time very well. Start talking.”

If an answer was all he wanted, then that’s what you would give. You had no problem hurting his feelings when he had his hands on Lili. That was his first and only strike.

You let out a steady breath, keeping eye contact with him as you began to speak, “It’s not rocket science. I got pregnant and knew the second that it was real that my old life was done. There was no way that I was going to bring a baby into this mess. She didn’t deserve to have an unhinged father like you,”

Lloyd stayed quiet, waiting for your next words. He knew you were far from finished.

“And I was right… Here you come and kill her nanny, break into her room, and demand answers. Dad of the freaking year.”

“Only two of those are right ma douce..”

He answers while holding up two fingers, his voice void of emotion. The desk becomes his seat again as she swings his leg over the front, staring at you once more.

“I would never kill our daughter’s nanny. She does need looking over after all. Since you think you know what kind of father I am, you would have known that.”

Your eyes begin to soften a bit, bringing fixing them back to how they were, “Never thought I’d see the day that you would have a moral compass. I’m touched,” you say flatly.

“I still don’t Colibri but, I’ll make an exception this time.”

A slow clap fills the room as you begin to mock him, “I should be honored huh? At least you care a little. I’ll give you that much. She’s still my daughter. The only thing you did was deposit a weak sample.”

“My ‘samples’ were what you used to crave at one point in time. You can play coy all you want but we both know the truth ma douce…”

No matter how wrong you wanted him to be, Lloyd was once all you cared about. All you yearned for. You knew deep down he could never love.

You blink away for a second, setting your sights back on him, “You’re right, there was a strong one out of the bunch. Ya did some good in that retrospect.”

“What can I say ma douce, I never disappoint…”

“And yet you’re still here… I told you what you wanted to know. You got what you wanted,” you knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

Lloyd was never easy…

He gives you a knowing look, the tick in his jaw back again as he grew more annoyed.

You needed him out of your house and far away from Liana… She didn’t need him and neither did you.

Without a second thought, you walk around him and sit in your rightful seat, blowing out a slow breath.

“I know you, Lloyd. The minute she would have been of age. You would have taken her and made her into your image. I’ve seen it before…”

There was no proof that Lloyd would have taken Lili down the same road as your father did. But, you weren’t going to take any chances.

You were made into a weapon far before you were even a teenager. Target practice, day in and day out, combat practice when you turned eight.

To say you had a sliver of a childhood would have been a lie. You never even wanted children for that sole purpose alone.

But your surprise child softened you the minute you heard her heart beating.

Loud snapping took you from your thoughts, Lloyd’s face almost touching yours.

“Whatever daddy issues you may have has nothing to do with me. You took time away from me and I’m ready to collect on it.”

“You won’t go near her again”

“Watch me.”

“We both know how this will end, Lloyd. Do you really want to do this?”

Lloyd leans up from you, standing up from the desk, his lips pulled in a thin line, “I’ll give you two options sweets. The easy way or the hard way.”

A chuckle erupts from your lips, stopping just as fast as it started.

“You know I love the hard way Lloyd and if that means putting a bullet through your fucking head, then I will.”

A soft knock interrupts you both as you stand up, only for your face to meet the desk hard as Lloyd crossed over to slam you down.

The soft knocking continues as you begin to struggle, feel the tight grip Lloyd has on your arm.

“Mommy?” a soft muffled voice comes from behind the door, causing your fight reaction to rise. But your strength is no match for the pressure Lloyd has on you.

Cold steel meets your temple, Lloyd’s breath, coasting over your ear, “As I said before… I hate broken families. But I’ll splatter your brains on this desk and make our daughter half an orphan,” you struggle against his hold as he slams you down again, the knocking continuing to ensue.

“Just a minute baby! Mommy’s coming,” your voice shakes, hot tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

The knocking stops, knowing that she’s waiting, you lift your head up a bit to listen to the man keeping you from your baby.

You relax a little eliciting a content sight from Lloyd, “That’s good… compliance is all I asked for. Now, you take your ass to that door so I can meet my daughter. You’ve wasted enough of my time so make it quick,” he spat, releasing you from his hold as you stood up and walk to the door.

As you turn the knob, the fear that you had the day Liana was born came back to you. All the running that you did still wasn’t enough. It was now or never and weren’t going to leave Lili in the hands of just Lloyd.

The door opens and her large stuffed rabbit meets your eyesight before she does. Her eyes are still low, sleep still apparent in her.

“You okay sweetie?” bending down to check the warmth of her forehead, “Still not feeling good?”

Lili shakes her head, hugging her rabbit as she looks behind you, “Mommy? Who’s that?”

The question that you never wanted to answer. But it was staring you right in the face and the last thing that you wanted to do was to lie to her.

The words were lost on your tongue as you know that this choice could make or break the only person in the world that truly loved you.

Your creation wanted answers and you wouldn’t make her wait and let her lose more sleep.

But it wasn’t you that answered the question. You didn’t even know that Lloyd was behind you until you heard a tone that was only ever meant for you.

Softness…

“Hi there Princess Liana… I think it’s time we formally met…”

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