Passionate Obsession by D.M. Mortier
Chapter Eight
Mac
“What is it?” The look of terror on Kat’s face had me reaching in my back waist for my gun, but it wasn’t in its usual place.
“They found us,” Kat whispered. “They’re about a mile from the motel. We have to get out of here.”
The strength of her enhanced hearing and seeing abilities, which were stronger than mine and the boys’, always amazed me. However, I trusted her ability, implicitly.
“Boys, get dressed.” I pulled on my clothes in seconds and was proud to see the boys moving just as fast. They clearly thought that this was part of the adventure and were all in. Their excitement was palpable from the invigorating energy oozing from them and the big smiles on their faces.
I had left the truck on the other side of the motel in the event the navigation device in the truck was being tracked. Trusting my instincts never failed.
The group of men after us were now systematically searching the rooms on the other side of the motel complex, my heightened hearing told me. We could hear the screams and outrage from the occupants whose rooms were being violently invaded. I had every intention of using the confusion that the bastards out there were creating to slip away.
Colt would be in place later this morning. With my burner phone, I sent a quick message to Colt. With my weapons in easy reach and carrying our backpacks, I led my family cautiously out of the motel.
Twenty minutes later, we were well away from the motel in a car I had hot-wired from a parking lot two miles away. I had run with Kat held tight in my arms, her face buried in the cavity of my neck and her legs around my waist. I know that for as long as I live her sweet feminine scent will forever be with me. It had infiltrated my senses during that two-minute run. I was relieved to see that the boys, who had kept strides with me during the run, had started to settle down. They had been so hyped, giving each other high-fives as we sprinted out of the parking lot of the motel, too fast for the naked eyes to see, yards away from the men searching for us, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had screamed out to the armed men, “Booyah!”
They were now in the backseat talking excitedly and making action sounds as they became animated about ways that I was going to destroy the bad guys. I kept wondering whether five-year-olds were supposed to know this much about bad guys and guns. Had Kat and I exposed them to too much, too soon? Did I, in training them in combat and weaponry every Saturday that I had them—training that Kat knew nothing about—contribute to their nonchalance to the possible violence now?
I looked over at Kat, who was trying hard not to laugh at their conversation.
“Did you see those big guns?” That was Colin.
“Yeah, but Dad is fast!” Liam yelled. “Dad is big! Dad will…” Liam kicked his legs and did a few karate chops to demonstrate his version of me kicking ass.
We had another half-hour of their excited enactment of the encounter with their Captain America dad beating up the bad guys with his iron fist and super speed. Where did they get this stuff? Even Kat sat beside me, with little to no sleep going on 3 a.m., and she looked unfazed by the events of tonight. I couldn’t stop smiling inwardly. I loved my fearless family.
About four hours later, I brought the car to a stop in a vacant parking lot of a local Walmart. “Colt will take you and the boys from here,” I said quietly after shaking Kat gently awake. We had been driving for hours, the sun had long been up, and Kat and the boys had been asleep for more than two hours.
“What? What do you mean?” She seemed slightly confused and probably not fully awake.
“I have to go back there and lure them away from you.”
“I don’t understand. They probably want you more than they want us. Why would you try dangling yourself in front of them?”
“I doubt they know anything about my capabilities. If they did, they wouldn’t have approached you first.” I tried keeping my voice as calm and soothing as possible.
“You don’t know that for certain. Dr. Reiner could have told them about who you really are.”
“Don’t worry, baby. Reiner doesn’t know enough about me to give them any useful information.” I gently caressed her shoulder and her back, trying to get her to trust me. “As long as you and the boys are safe, everything will be fine. I’m used to hiding in plain sight because they are not expecting me to be alive.”
“No, you’re used to hiding in plain sight because no one knew to look for you.” She was getting more and more agitated by the second. “I don’t want you to do this, Mac. The boys need you. Please don’t.”
“You’re right that no one knows to look for me,” I said softly, not wanting to get into an argument about this. I needed her cooperation for this to work. “However, I have lived with this longer, and I’m confident that I have enough resources to head them off. In the meantime, Colt will keep you hidden and safe.” I looked over to where Colt waited patiently besides two dark SUVs.
“But when will we see you again?”
“Colt has the paperwork for you and the boys. As soon as I have everything set, I will come for you.”
“How long?” She tried to disguise the crack in her voice.
There’s no way in hell I was prepared to handle her being upset. “I need you to be strong and trust me, Kat. Trust Colt. I will be with you and our sons as soon as I can.”
Colt’s brother, Justin, stepped out of the second SUV, a clear indication that time was critical. “Time to go,” I told her briskly, deliberately leaving no room for argument.
She quickly scrambled out of the car and helped me lift the boys out of the backseat of the stolen car.
Colt and Justin helped to get Kat and the boys settled in Colt’s car. I left the backpack and duffel we’d packed in the trunk. The friendship and commitment offered by the two brothers humbled me as nothing else could. They’d never asked for any details about Kat and the boys, not even when we rescued them from Iceland. I asked for their help, and they gave it without question.
In less than a minute we were all set to leave. I opened the door to the backseat, leaned in, and kissed the still-sleeping Liam and Colin on their foreheads. I turned to Kat and then gave her a swift, hard kiss on her lips. “Take care of yourself and our sons. I will be with you soon.”
It gutted me to see the panic in her eyes. She feared for me. I don’t remember a time in my life when anyone cared enough to fear for me.
“Don’t. lass. I’ll be back before you know it,” I murmured, caressing her cheek gently with the rough pads of my fingers. I felt inadequate and unmanned by her vulnerability, her caring. “We’ll get through this. I promise you.”
“Please be safe,” she whispered. “I know you think that you’re invincible, but a bullet to the head will kill you just as quickly as any other man. So, you’d better come safely back to us.”
I didn’t bother telling her that I had taken a bullet to the head before. There were some things she didn’t need to know and freak out about. I leaned in closer to her ear. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, is going to stop me from coming back for you and the boys. I’ll be coming for you if I have to fucking crawl.”
***
It had been a frustrating week, but finally I’d been able to lose those bastards’ trail. They had been relentless. Now I knew for sure that they had Reiner, but I was still certain that they didn’t know who I really was. Sure, they knew that I was Kat’s husband, but they hadn’t seemed to realize that I was Ronin McKenna. A call in to the good doctor, Gloria Forbes, was very enlightening.
It brought a smile to my face every time I thought of her pissed-off, useless threats against me. They were determined to find Kat and the boys and didn’t seem to care what methods they used to obtain the information of their whereabouts.
Despite hiding Dr. Reiner and his family in a remote Caribbean Island chain, they found him when one of his teenage daughters posted a frustrated message on social media.
It took a few days for me to find what was done to them. His wife and children had been tortured until Reiner confessed what he knew about Katia and the boys. Apparently, the other doctors thought that I was an unsuspecting family friend who Dr. Reiner had roped into helping them. Now, Dr. Reiner was under arrest for leaking classified information and destruction of government property. I knew that I would have to help Dr. Reiner and his family at the soonest. However, I had to get my family hidden away before I dealt with the Reiner situation.
There wasn’t much that could kill or harm me. Sure, a bomb if I swallowed it, something I’d never tried, had its possibilities. I’d been bombed, shot at, burned, even stabbed in the chest, nothing. I can’t say that any of those experiences were pleasant, but they weren’t fatal either. I was over one hundred years old and looked like I was still in my thirties. I had no idea what I was any more. I had long decided to just live for the moment and take whatever came my way. No way was I going to let any doctor dissect me to estimate my longevity or the serum’s impact on me. I trusted no one enough to allow such access to me.
Dr. Reiner would have been a possibility if he hadn’t helped the bastards who’d forced Katia to conceive my sons and murdered so many in the interest of science. I couldn’t afford to trust anyone with my secret. A secret that even Kat was not fully aware of.
I entered the Miami law offices of Graham and Cohen through the special entrance I had reserved years ago. As far as the law firm was concerned, I was the great-grandson of Ronin McKenna I and heir to his estate following the death of my father, Ronin McKenna II. Only the senior partner had access to my files and my business. He understood implicitly how critical it was that it remained so. Elizabeth and her colleagues knew Andrew McAllister, a distant relative who represented the McKenna empire for public appearances. Ronin McKenna III was apparently a recluse of over twenty years and only met with the senior partner over the phone.
Although Elizabeth had been my girlfriend for over a year, she had no more knowledge about Andrew McAllister than the general public, and she definitely had no knowledge of Ronin McKenna. The identity of Andrew McAllister came about by using my middle name Andrew and my mother’s last name, McAllister, to avoid the people who had first experimented on me and to distinguish between my father and me. At least that’s what I told my lawyers.
I left the law firm almost two hours later after setting in motion Andrew McAllister’s retreat from society and the transfer of the McKenna empire to Colt’s law firm. All instructions would be received from Ronin McKenna III’s new legal representatives, Colton and Justin Ragnarson, going forward. The senior partner wasn’t happy, but his firm would still earn millions in the small slice of the business being funnelled through his firm.
Elizabeth tried to make a scene when I turned to leave, but I’d never lied to her about what she was to me. I gave her a diamond and emerald necklace and bracelet worthy of a queen when I stopped sleeping with her about four years ago. In fact, the set had come from the queen of Sweden’s collection. She wasn’t happy because she’d still had hopes that I would invite her back into my bed. I stopped sleeping with her after she tried to get Katia out of my life. Elizabeth had known that she had only been a substitute up until then anyway. This show of outrage was just that. A show.
Katia had had me tied in knots over her for years now. It didn’t surprise me that my desire had hit such an inferno that I had surrendered the way that I did in that motel a week ago. I had no fight left. I remember countless times she’d driven me to the brink. I had gotten so bad that even the mere sight of her had me panting. Kat was a lethal combination of earth mother, trusted friend, and exotic, sexy female. She nurtured our sons with an innate ease and unconditional love that was impossible to not admire.
I always chuckled every time I remembered her argument with the twins about wearing underwear. After constant reminders to the boys that they should never leave home without underwear on, she gave me the evil eye when Liam imparted that Dad didn’t wear underwear either.
“It was only one time,” I had wheezed out at the time.
She glared, telling me without saying a word that she would deal with me later, only to have Colin then argue that it was too hot to wear two pants! He insisted wearing two pants was suffocating their pee pees.
Unfortunately, I chuckled at that too.
Kat sat us all down, showed us some gross pictures of jock sores and rashes that we could get from going without underwear. The boys were sufficiently grossed out to immediately heed her warnings. I kept my mouth shut, knowing better than to remind her that we healed too quickly for any of that to ever happen to us.
Kat was the best, and I loved how she handled our sons through every scrape, wild adventure that the boys could think of, given their powers, every homework woe, and every creepy, crawly animal that the boys sometimes dragged into the house.
Just the thought of how she effortlessly took care of our boys and me made me want more children with her. I wanted to experience the process from start to finish. Watching my seed grow in her. Move in her. Everything about her called to me, fascinated me, compelled me. Still, nothing had fired me up more than an afternoon I’d stopped by the house unexpectedly and she’d been in the pool with the boys. She and the boys had already been with me for about two years. And it was a scene straight out of my most erotic dreams, my sweetest fantasy, and my worst nightmare because I couldn’t touch her then.
Kat was wearing a white bikini with gold-linked chains holding the sides of the material over her round bottom and her sex, and a gold-linked halter fastened around her neck to hold the material at her breasts. The white spandex material barely covered the generous flesh of her curvaceous breasts and round ass, leaving much of her rich chocolate skin on display. And when she dived in the pool, the wet material provided a different challenge.
I had to swiftly get the hell out of there before she and my sons saw my painfully hard dick blatantly tenting in my slacks. It took a rigorous fist around my cock and an icy shower for me to calm the hell down. I stayed away from the house for two weeks before I could face Kat again.
I had been in a constant state of arousal around Kat before, but after that, it was excruciating. My wanting her had become an addiction, a gnawing, irrepressible addiction that had no cure. No more innocent hugs, chaste kisses, or sitting beside her to watch a movie with the boys. No, all that closeness that had taken us years to achieve was out because I couldn’t handle it.
The first few months Kat had been in my life, and I was still having sex with Liz, Liz had let me do whatever the hell I wanted with her. I called her whatever the hell I wanted after I visited Kat. The first time I called her Kat and she’d said nothing, I kept doing it more and more, until I was outright pretending that I was fucking Kat. I’m not proud of the fantasies I allowed myself, or proud of how I treated Elizabeth. No woman deserved that. But I was a horny mess, and my cock had no ethics.
I had been hit by a crazy possessiveness when it came to her from the start. Seeing her with my sons at her breasts that first day sealed her fate and mine. Later the obsession started, and then it had grown to such mammoth proportions I’d had a hell of a time being away from her. Not seeing her when I wanted, not touching. I was in my own private purgatory. She was all that I wanted. All that filled my mind when I had so much other shit to get done. A damn inconvenience when I had so many other responsibilities. Responsibilities that had nothing to do with her or my sons.
Now, after tasting Kat, having her sweet scent fill my senses, and feeling her lush curves under my fingers, under my body, I now realized what a damn poor substitute I had had in Elizabeth. I wanted Kat even more now. I wanted her in an orgy of positions… over me, under me, curled around me, and me buried deep inside of her. I couldn’t wait to finally make her completely mine. The taste of her was unlike any woman I’d ever kissed before, and although I had suspected it before, now I knew with certainty that I was ruined for any other woman for the rest of my life. And given my longevity so far, that could be for a damn long time.
I roared out of the underground garage on the new motorcycle I’d purchased after having to leave my motorcycle behind. Everything from here on out had to be untraceable. Nothing would harm Kat and my sons. I grinned at the exhilarating feel of the powerful motor under me as I went full throttle on the highway at almost 150 miles per hour. With my plan set in motion to deal with the bastards hunting us, I was anxious to see my family. The work situation for Kat and myself was also sorted.
My work with the FBI had always been a cover for a cover. Leaving that behind was no hardship. Kat probably won’t take it so well. She loved what she did and was damn good at it. Perhaps she could work with me exclusively at what I’ve been doing for the past fifty years. I would have to think of the possibilities after she agreed to give me more babies. I couldn’t help the grin on my face at that thought.
One responsibility that Kat knew nothing about was my role as an international spy. I worked for a secret agency that was founded in the 1950s with the sanction of a group of countries that the world now called G7. After WW2, fed up by the criminals that were very much untouchables, ranging from diplomats and heads of major crime families to some of the worlds most powerful people, the Agency was created. I was one of the initial recruits. The Director, the head of the Agency, was the only person aware of what a weapon I was. The Director, on paper or as far as the sanctioning countries were concerned, was changed out every twenty years.
The Agency handles international crimes involving the most powerful and sometimes untouchable individuals. At least the bastards thought that they were untouchable because of their wealth or their positions as heads of a country or mega large corporations. The Agency targeted those perpetrating the most heinous acts that could not be captured or brought to justice through normal country agencies. The Agency didn’t hesitate to execute immediately if arrest wasn’t possible. As I was the longest serving agent, I knew all twenty agents, and while they were all highly proficient and elite fighters in combat, and were the most efficient spies in the world, none of the other agents had ever met the Director.
The scientists hunting us needed to be squashed before I could move on to another mission for the Agency. Not only did I have to secure my family but I couldn’t take the chance that these zealots’ pursuit could result in revealing the existence of the Agency. Initial intel revealed that the scientists had been backed by some of the most powerful politicians in the United States, which could pose a problem.
I pressed the throttle, wanting to have Kat and my sons secure in their new home as soon as possible.