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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Verboten - Chapter Twenty Eight.

My loves! I am so sorry this has taken me 900 years to update, haha! But here we are, the last chapter is here! I do hope you enjoy it and I want to extend my thanks to everyone for their loyal readership. I appreciate you all more than you could ever know xx

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“I never expect you to forgive me, for what I did, you know.”

Ella almost laughed, making a small noise in the back of her throat. “So, we’re going straight into it, then? No pleasantries, just missile directiveness. You’ve picked that up from your man.”

She sounded cool, a little entertained as well to begin with, but the mention of Tyler made something crack a little in her voice, despite her smile remaining in place. Ella didn’t mean for it to unnerve Zoey either, but it did.

“Yeah, yeah I kinda have. He gets frustrated when I beat around the bush.”

“I remember that, yeah. Prevarication lights his fuse.” She smiled, obviously thinking back to times when she’d been hesitant with her very direct ex-husband, who couldn’t bear when people meandered around their words. “Anyway, you were saying?”

“I don’t expect forgiveness for how much I hurt you. All I want from you is an apology for not telling me about when he was shot, because no matter how terrible a sister I was to you, and I was, I know I was, shagging your husband behind your back, I didn’t deserve that. I could have lost him and not been there, Ella. That would have destroyed me.”

“Which was, if I’m honest, exactly what I wanted at the time, I think. You’re right, too. I was wrong. Hugely wrong not to put our feud aside and let you know. I apologise for that, and I would have done so without you prompting it, because I realise my fault there.”

She paused, looking out at the playground, where two chattering mothers with their thermos mugs had just arrived, their children running on ahead to the swings. She’d left hers all cuddled up on the sofa with Cami watching cartoons. “As for forgiving you, I think I could, maybe when a little more time has passed. Camille is really helping me there, processing the betrayal, but see, Zo, what I can’t get past is the fact that in my mind, no matter how much I love you, and I do, I can’t trust you.”

It broke Zoey a little, to hear that. It was a break she knew she deserved to feel. Only so much could be mended here at their first meet. Her sister’s trust would likely be a long time in coming. “I want us to repair the damage, but trusting you again is where I fall short on being able to fathom how and where that begins. Okay, so we weren’t in a good place, I admit my faults in driving my husband away, but for you to welcome him into your bed? I just... it still makes me so upset!”

Ella balled her fists and softly thudded them against the bench, her jaw tight, tears prickling her eyes and eventually splashing her cheeks when she blinked, shaking her head and gasping into a deep breath. “What would you tell me to do, if it had been Cait or Fran who Tyler had the affair with?”

That was perhaps the last thing Zoey expected to be asked, the question throwing her through a huge loop. “I don’t know, I really don’t.”

“Try.” There it was, rearing up a little, a bit of Ella’s scary fire, that one word delivered through semi-gritted teeth.

Taking a breath, Zoey attempted to remove herself from the situation, imagining being on the outside looking in. “I guess I’d tell you that it’s completely your call, how you handle the relationship going forward, and that the trust has to come back with taking small steps, if it ever will at all. Who knows? You might never trust me again, which I have to realistically expect might be the likely price I have to pay.”

Her voice tremored there, Ella’s tears falling more too as she sniffed, suddenly shocking Zoey by reaching to grasp her hand. “I want to trust you again, I do. You’re my little button, but Christ! You hurt me so damn much!”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I just... my head told me to stop, screamed at me, but in the end, it was my heart. He... I just...”

“No, go on. It’s alright. You can tell me.” Wiping her eyes with her spare hand, Ella turned and nodded. “It’s okay.”

“I just fell so much in love with him. Being one of my best mates, we had that connection of thinking the other was awesome and loving each other’s company, and it was all of that, but amplified suddenly. Firstly, through sex and then, through love. I know I can’t justify breaking your heart or your trust either, I know that, but I just wanted you to maybe understand it, that it wasn’t this whim, that I did agonise over it.”

Ella sighed, nodding again. “How you looked at Christmas proves that to me, Zo. That’s something that Cami reminded me of, that if it wasn’t real love you felt for him then you wouldn’t have looked so frail in the wake of him ending your affair. That was the human personification of someone in agony. I’ve talked to her a lot about it, she’s been such a big help in seeing it isn’t just my feelings in all of this, even though I was the one who was ultimately wronged.

“Look, I don’t want you to keep beating yourself up about it any longer. I’ve accepted that Tyler has moved on, with a girl who I think the bloody world of, trust with my kids, etc and not some dodgy bogan or something,” she began, both taking a moment to laugh as they composed their tears. “And I’ve moved on too, Cami and I might be early days but we’re really happy together. I’m leaving it a little while longer and then telling the kids too, I’m confident she’s here to stay. I want us to all move forward as a family, but like I said, trusting you is going to take some time.”

Zoey nodded, squeezing her hand. “Then take as much as you need. Just sitting here, talking, really talking to you while we hold hands is enough for me. It’s a massive step for both of us. Well, you mostly.”

Ella smiled, nodding at her. “You too. I understand how after the way I spoke to you the time before last seeing you, how you likely came here with your heart in your mouth. I know how I can be, again, it’s something Cami is helping me with.”

They sat in silence, both taking in the natural beauty of the park, basking in the early autumn glow as well as being reunited with one another. There was a long way to go, they both knew that, but as Ella suddenly rested her head to Zoey’s shoulder, the younger Hudson sibling reciprocating the gesture, they knew the first steps had been taken to mend. It wouldn’t happen overnight, but they were wise to that.

“This feels nice,” Zoey commented, her fingers squeezing a little tighter on her sister’s.

“It does. Strange, yet familiar. Like, I’m still hurting and upset with you, but I’ve missed this so much that I can push it aside and just enjoy it, the peace, having my sister back. Everything else will come in time, if we work on it.”

“We will.”

That first reconnection made the sisters both feel renewed and positive, agreeing to meet up in two weeks from then with their other two sisters for brunch, knowing they both needed to begin returning to normality in order to get their relationship back on track. When she arrived back at his place, Tyler saw it in how she carried herself, like a physical weight had been lifted from her, the burden she’d carried within her at hurting her sister ever since their affair had first begun.

“It went so much better than I expected it would,” she began, slipping her feet out of her shoes and taking a seat next to him on the sofa, Tyler welcoming her into his embrace on his good side. “We talked, she apologised for not telling me about the shooting, in turn I apologised again for my part in breaking up her marriage, and we’ve agreed to work on it.

“She doesn’t know whether she can trust me again, though, which is fair enough. I don’t blame her for that. What I ended up with today was much more than I expected to get, we sat there and held hands, it was so nice. I guess working on our relationship means I have to prove myself to her, rebuild the broken bridge there.”

He smiled, relieved it had all gone well. “I think it all went as well as anyone could have expected it to, probably better than anticipated, to be honest. The foundations are there, all you have to do now is slowly and carefully build.”

It warmed him within, to imagine in his mind, the sisters sitting holding hands, some warmth beginning to thaw the frosty glacier that had driven itself between them, frozen by actions committed on both sides of the fallout. The sun was now beginning to shine once more, though, the ice melting, as he always hoped it would.

That thaw continued as well, Zoey greatly surprised that in the time before she was due to meet with her sisters, Ella reached out and called her one evening, just to catch up.

“Hey button, how’s tricks?”

Oh, how she’d missed that. The simplicity of answering the phone and hearing Ella’s sweet little pet name for her. Her tone wasn’t quite a sweet, there were still so many broken pieces of her sister that Zoey knew it was her job to mend, to glue back together through taking time with reunited relationship, but they’d get there.

When they did meet with Cait and Fran two weeks later, it felt good, four of them all sitting at a table enjoying the dishes of delicious brunch food they shared, all laughing, smiling and joking, remembering the sisterly bonds, the warm cords of affection that linked the four together, no longer fractured by two of them being severed. The knots would be tied strongly once more, both Zoey and Ella were determined on that score.

“So, how did Tyler’s physio go the other day? He mentioned it when he dropped the kids off. It’s good to see him driving again, I know he’s been fretting about you driving his baby,” Ella asked, of course referring to his beloved truck.

“He’s doing so well, thanks for asking,” she began, noting the complete sincerity in her voice and face. She wasn’t alone, Cait smiling widely as she turned to view her, proud of the steps both were taking. “He’s in at the firing range a week on Saturday, so we’ll see. I think the last surgery nailed it and he’s healed quicker than he expected he would, too. Even over the last fortnight he’s made leaps and bounds. I just hope he can shoot, because I can’t imagine him doing anything for a living that doesn’t involve holding a gun in his hand. It’s in his nature.”

That nature definitely showed itself on the firing range when he eventually got there, encouraged by Jimmy as he picked up the weapon, the cold metal so familiar within his hands, eyeing the target, squeezing the trigger and beginning to fire. It wasn’t perfect in aim, his shoulder twinging a little, but he knew that was just going to be down to further healing. He thanked the stars as his target came down the range that he was even able to grip the gun at all.

Swapping out the paper target, he sent it back again, firing once more, managing one head shot at least before he began to hurt more than he was prepared to risk by exerting himself.

“You’ve done well, mate. Call it a day there,” Jimmy spoke, resting a hand to his good shoulder.

“Even injured, I can still clear a headshot within two clips,” he quipped, his mate frowning as he began to laugh quietly.

“Oi, I was gonna take you out for a beer to celebrate, but you can bugger right off, now! Insulting my skills, you sarcastic bugger!”

“Well, I was gonna suggest we hook up with the girls since they’re all out this ‘arvo. You fancy it?”

Jimmy looked surprised at his statement. “What, Zoey and Ella are out in the same place, and not clawing each other’s faces off?”

“Nah, they’re good. They’ve met up a couple of times, and they talk on the phone. They’re making real great progress in healing their relationship. Makes me happy as fuck, mate.”

“That’s amazing to hear, bro! Yeah, yeah, count me in. It’d be nice to see ‘em all again.”

What was nice for Tyler, was after calling Zoey and arranging which bar to meet them at, was sitting at the table in the window with Jimmy, looking out for them, and witnessing a sight that made his heart burst with warmth. All four of them, hand in hand, Zoey and Ella in the middle, all walking along like they used to.

They entered the bar, Jimmy whistling loudly for them, shouting that they’d bought them drinks already, the girls coming over and greeting them. Zoey took her seat beside him, kissing his cheek, Tyler wrapping his arm around her, Ella leaning over and giving him a kiss on the head in hello before Jimmy bear hugged her.

Resolve, moving forward with the woman he loved, while the one he previously had no longer harboured any hatred towards either of them. It was all he had ever wanted.

“How’d you get on, then?” Zoey asked.

“Pretty good, yeah. I managed to fire it alright, got a headshot and then called it a day. Still hurts a bit, but that’s just a matter of giving it time to fully heal. Looks like everything will be back to normal soon.”

Looking at her sisters as they all sat down, Jimmy making Ella scream with laughter before she took her seat beside Fran, smiling over at her, Zoey turned back and rested her head against his shoulder. “Yeah, doesn’t it just.”

The End.

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years

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Meet the OC!

FANDOM: Extraction

Name: Esme Michelle Rake (nee Drummond)

Nicknames: Me (pet name given to her by Tyler Rake), Freckles (given to her by Tyler’s long time friend and old military buddy Koen), Me-Me (step sister Riley would call her that when Riley was a little girl)

Gender: female

Pronouns: She/Her

Identifies as: bi-sexual

Physical Appearance

Height: Five foot one inch

Weight: Around 125 pounds

Hair: dark brown

Eyes: dark brown

Face claim: Rachel Bilson

Personality traits:

Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Positive traits: tenacious, compassionate, empathetic, caring, gentle, social butterfly, optimistic

Negative traits: stubborn, at times neurotic, worry wart

Likes: gardening, baking, journaling, crafting, paddle boarding, hiking, swimming

Dislikes: Nutella, Vegemite, snakes, spiders

Background:

Current occupation: Stay at home wife and mother, owner of a book store, part owner of a mercenary business, helps her sister with her animal rescue, volunteers in the community

Former occupation: Intel specialist with United States Marine Corps, contract black market intel specialist, Intel specialist for Nik Khan

Birthplace: Snowmass, Colorado, United States of America

Relationships:

Parents: William Drummond (father, deceased) and Michelle Drummond (estranged mother)

Siblings: Five older brothers

Significant Other: Tyler Rake (husband)

Children: Ovi Mahajan Junior (legally now Rake) Amelia “Millie” Grace Rake, Tyler James Rake Junior and his twin brother Tanner William, Declan Robert Rake, Adeline Olivia Rake, twins Brooklyn Kaia Rake and Takota Koen Rake

Best friends: Riley Baxter (also her step sister), Shaena Hannigan (sister in law, common law wife of Riley), Clover Sheridan (works at the bookstore), Andy Napaljarri (a well known Aboriginal artist and photographer from the Pintubi tribe)

Abilities:

Exceptional problem solving skills, weapons and ammunition training, intel specialist (information gathering, known as a ‘cameleon’ in the mercenary world: able to easily and effortlessly blend in even with the most unlikely ‘groups’)

Biography:

Esme was born September 18th, 1988 in Snowmass, Colorado, USA. The final child and only girl. In the first fic of the series, she was 29. In the current fic which takes place thirteen years since Dhaka, she is almost 42. She attended Arizona State University and has a graduate degree in psychology and an undergrad in International and Foreign Affairs. She speaks English, French, Spanish, and some Russian, Pashto, and Dari. She served in the United States Marine Corps where she initially specialised in weapons and ammunition before being recruited for Intel. She served overseas in both Afghanistan (centred in Kabul) and Iraq and helped both United States military and others around the world apprehend those suspected of terrorism.

After her first marriage (to a military superior and man 16 years her senior), she briefly worked in New York City and within the same circle as John Wick and although a contracted employee, under the supervision of the High Table. While living in Brooklyn, New York, she introduced John Wick to his future wife Helen, after the two women became close while frequenting the same cafe. Two years later, Esme was giving a ‘discharge’ by the High Table; her record wiped clean and enabling her to go and work with other individuals. Her first cousin was the wife of G (played by Sam Hargrave in Extraction), and it was G that introduced her to Nik Khan. Esme was employed by Nik as an intel specialist in the fall of 2018.

In June 2019, she met Tyler Rake. Through an altered storyline, Nik brought Esme and Tyler together to work a job in Dhaka, Bangladesh. Esme was entrusted to find the whereabouts of Ovi Mahajan Junior and Tyler was to protect her and then extract Ovi. They worked under the ruse as a newly married couple doing humanitarian work. Their covers were blown five days after arriving, and the events of the movie took place.

She left behind her life in Colorado for one with Tyler (after saving him on the Sultana Kamal Bridge) in Australia, and found out shortly after he was transferred to a hospital back home that she was pregnant with his child. They would move into an apartment outside of Sydney, and seven months later she would give birth to their first child, a daughter named Amelia. A threat against them from remaining members of Amir Asif’s would force them to leave Australia, and they would receive guardianship of Ovi and move to Colorado. Despite the birth of twin boys, Tyler James Rake Junior and Tanner William Rake, and third son, Declan Robert Rake, the move would prove disastrous, as a previously retired Tyler would return to both drinking and pain meds and mercenary life. Following a stressful job in Ireland involving the IRA, Tyler would subsequently fall victim to PTSD and other mental health issues and once more leave the ‘job’. He would move his family back to Australia and to o Cooktown, Queensland; a beach front home with acres of property that would ensure their privacy.

Tyler would return to mercenary life shortly following the birth of their second daughter, Adeline; tracked down by Saju’s brother Anil after learning Saju’s widow and son were taken hostage by Ovi Mahajan Senior’s people. Tyler and Esme would also start their own mercenary business, with Esme serving as a silent and seldom seen part owner. After nearly losing his life (and left with life altering injuries), Tyler would spent nearly three years away from active mercenary work; a long and arduous healing process that would be brightened by the birth of a second set of twins: Brooklyn Kaia and Takota Koen.

Now thirteen years since Dhaka, the business is thriving and Tyler rarely goes out into the field. No longer getting his hands ‘dirty’, he stays behind the scenes unless it is desperately needed. Esme continues to be a silent owner and devotes her time and attention to her book store and her life as a wife and mother.

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