Broken Free (The Broken Series) Page 7

“About her wanting to visit Seth?”

  “Oh. Right. Well, I don’t think it’s necessary.”

  Sofia looked at Daniel, wondering why he was so confident. “Oh?”

  “I called my father. He said he’d make a few calls. He’ll get my brother out.”

  Sofia’s mouth dropped and she stared at him for endless seconds. “How?”

  “He’s got the pull and the connections, that’s how.”

  Sofia couldn’t believe her ears. “When…I mean how…”

  “I never told you because I was hoping to not involve the bastard. I also never told you that the lawyer said that movie isn’t going to help right away. If she confesses, she’ll go to jail and await trial along with Seth. And the video is no guarantee either of them will be acquitted.” He sighed. “So I called him.”

  “What…did he say?”

  “That he’d do it.”

  Sofia waited for the rest of the story, annoyed he wasn’t coming out with it on his own. “Hello? Details please.”

  Daniel glanced at her like there wasn’t anything else to tell. “He’ll make the call.”

  “Just like that? No…strings attached?”

  “No, no strings attached.”

  Sofia chuckled dryly. “Baby, I love you and I hate to say this, but you’re so lying to me, I can hear it in your voice.”

  “He asked to be in my life.”

  Sofia’s jaw dropped again and her tummy flipped. “And…what did you say?” He squeezed the steering wheel, turning his knuckles white. “And just to let you know, I’m totally okay with that,” she added.

  “Well I’m fucking not.”

  “But you agreed?”

  “Yes. I agreed. Like an idiot.”

  “No. No Daniel, like a hero. You put your feelings aside for your brother, that’s what I love about you, that’s the man I’ve always seen in you.”

  “Yes for him. And that’s all.”

  Sofia’s heart ached at hearing the pain in his voice. Likely pain Daniel didn’t even notice. The pain of not having a dad that loved you. “So…how do you plan on accommodating him?”

  Daniel gave one bitter laugh. “Can you believe I invited him to Thanks Giving?” The muscle in the corner of his jaw ticked. “Fucking angelic, right?”

  “You did what you had to sweetie. I love you. I’m proud of you.” Sofia turned in her seat a little, excited. “Oh my God, so when does he get out?”

  “When he gets out. That’s what the dipshit said.”

  Sofia gasped, unable to stop smiling. “And so you’re thinking soon, that’s why you’re thinking Sarah doesn’t need to go visit.”

  “Yes.”

  Sofia squealed her excitement and pulled Daniel’s hand to her lips and kissed it. He flexed his fingers, pressing them into her mouth, seeming to want much more. “Are you excited honey?”

  He gasped. “That’s an understatement. But it’s hard to be too excited until I see him home.”

  “Wow, Dara and Sarah are going to be…thrilled.”

  “Listen. About Dara.”

  Sofia turned to him, waiting, her stomach uneasy with his tone.

  “How…sure are we that she’s actually pregnant?”

  “Whaaaat? What do you mean how sure?”

  “I mean she says she is but how do we know she’s…”

  “Not lying? Daniel, I don’t think she’d stoop to that level, I mean she’d know we’d find that out, why would she even try?”

  “I don’t know, why would she say she lost fifty pounds when really she’d gained seventy-five?”

  “She’s pregnant!”

  “Baby nobody gains that much weight in two months. Jesus Christ.”

  Sofia flopped against her seat not knowing how to respond to that. “Well she’s pregnant, that’s all I know.”

  “Can you talk her into a doctor visit?”

  Sofia gawked at him. “No! That’s her decision, I’m not interfering, spreading my American doctor need disease on her.”

  “She’s nuts to not go to a doctor, that’s pure voodoo bullshit she’s blabbering about, all that custom this custom that?” He glanced from the road to her repeatedly. “Only, here in America, we call it neglect of a child’s well-being. We call it preventive medicine, we call it technology, the twenty-first century. We also call it my brother’s son or daughter if she is pregnant for him and that means she needs to consider what he’d want.”

  “Well, I’m sure she will when Seth is home.”

  “Ahhh, that’s right,” Daniel said, like problem solved. “I’ll talk him into insisting she go to a doctor.”

  “How do you plan to do that?”

  “Easy, just list one of the hundred ways she could lose that baby from not seeking medical attention.”

  “Really?”

  “Of course! There’s a dozen issues they can prevent, fix, stop, or alter if caught early enough. She’s insane and irresponsible to not go to a fucking doctor. And baby, I swear if she treats Sarah like a dog in front of me one more time, I’m going to call her out on it. So you better warn her.”

  “Me! Daniel don’t put me in the middle of that.”

  “Fine, I’ll talk to her, you’re right.”

  “No, no! I’ll talk to her.”

  “No, you’re right, you shouldn’t be involved, I’m sorry, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  “Well, I don’t trust you not to be rude. You’re as bad as Gammie with her.”

  “It’s hard with her.”

  “Yeah, and you’re all lovey dovey to Sarah, I think it’s getting kind of sickeningly obvious who’s your favorite person here.”

  Daniel was quiet but Sofia felt his constant assessing glances at her, no doubt trying to understand her tone. “Let me help you, yes, I’m jealous. There.”

  She finally looked and found him with this huge dog looking grin. “Great,” she mumbled, “you like that.”

  He laughed. “I can’t help it, it’s like…dejavu but in reverse.”

  “What are you talking about,” she muttered.

  “How I was with Seth and you.” The reminder was emphatically giddy. Ridiculous, but sweet man.

  Sofia nodded. “And this pleases you?” He pulled her hand to his crotch and Sofia’s vagina erupted with electrical surges at feeling him rock hard. She squeezed him and gasped. Her need to suddenly have that inside her made her weak with infinite agony.

  He groaned and rolled his hips, pushing his cock into her hand, causing the tingling to throb hard between her legs. “You like that,” he observed with lust.

  “I like this,” she rubbed his cock with a desperate grip. “I want to suck you Daniel.” It was suddenly the worst craving she’d ever had so far in her pregnancy.

  “Fuck baby,” he gasped. Like now?

  “Find some place to stop, please.” Her beg was pitifully desperate, but she couldn’t help it.

  He gunned the engine and Sofia suddenly felt too hot for her clothes. She had on her cute yellow pregnancy sundress. While Daniel drove like a calculated madman, she put her feet on the dash and let her knees fall open, exposing her white lacy panties. She stroked over her aching folds, pushing against the fabric.

  “Are you wet?” he asked, sounding winded.

  “Yes. Very.”

  She pulled the fabric aside and slid her middle finger inside herself with a moan and thrust of her hips.

  “Oh fuck,” Daniel said, finally parking at the extreme edge of a grocery store lot. He shut the car off, watching her. Sofia got out of her seat belt and he turned. “No, don’t stop. Let me watch you.”

  Sofia put her right foot on the dash, facing him, giving him a nice open view. In no time, she was lost to the heat in her clit as she plunged her finger in and out.

  “Fuck that sounds good.” Daniel reached and flicked her nipple through the thin fabric.

  “Oh God,” she gasped, arching into the feeling. It never failed to spark that savage urge to have his cock ramming in and ou
t of her until she screamed. Made her horny out of her mind. “Finger me,” she demanded on a gasp, staring at him through a lust haze. “Finger me deep. And fast. Do it really fast.”

  He couldn’t comply quickly enough. It freed her hand and Sofia flicked the tip of her nipple through the fabric. She cried out when he thrust his finger in, his hand pressing hard against her butt. He flicked her core and she thrashed her head under the pleasure wave. God, yes.

  “Rub your clit, come for me, I’m watching you.”

  Jesus. She slid down lower, not caring about the door rest in her back, just needing to have more of his finger. He began plunging in and out of her at a frantic pace. “Oh God, oh God,” she gasped, picking up speed on her clit. She was at the edge, no stopping. “Yes, yes!”

  Daniel’s mouth was suddenly on her clit, his hands gripping her ass, holy hell, yes, yes. Sofia cried out and jerked as he sucked her clit until she trembled from the intense current flooding her body. Glorious pleasure, hot endless waves washing her of everything, rebooting her soul it seemed. Incredible.

  When Sofia came back to Earth, she realized her fingers were clenched in his hair. His winded breaths were warm and delicious on her tingling skin.

  His turn.

  A buzzing came from the dashboard even as Sofia’s hands worked at his pants.

  “Shit, I need to see who that is.” Daniel gave her a lusty kiss, deliberately making her taste herself on him as though reminding her who she belonged to. It made her womb clench with that need to fuck him fast and hard right where he sat. She envisioned herself sitting in his lap and bouncing up and down.

  “Fuck, it’s the house.”

  Sofia was ready to ignore it until flashes of a cat fight between Dara and Sarah ensued in her mind with Gammie on the floor knocked out. “Dammit, get it.”

  He hit the button seeming to feel the same as her. “Hello?” He paused briefly and handed her the phone. “Sarah,” he mouthed, a frown on his brow.

  Sofia took the phone. “Hello?”

  “Call to see if we are still going to see Seth?”

  Sofia looked at Daniel, lost. “Hold on, let me ask.” She covered the phone and whispered, “She wants to know if we’re still going see Seth!”

  His face filled with what the fuck, followed by him mouthing, I never told her that. Then Sofia mouthed her me either.

  Sofia put the phone back to her ear. “Honey, I’m so sorry, I think we forgot all about it. When did we make this plan?”

  “Oh…I say to you how I want to see him and you say to me that you will find a way. You say I will find a way today.”

  Shit. Sofia closed her eyes. “Honey, I’m so sorry, I meant I’d find a way today not that you would see him today. But guess what?” Sofia perked up, narrowing her gaze and waving her hand at Daniel to not start the car. “Daniel did tell me today that Seth will be coming home soon.” Sofia grimaced at Daniel, hoping she wasn’t jinxing stuff. He nodded it was fine and Sofia widened her eyes at him when he started the car to leave before she could do him.

  “When we get home,” he promised.

  “Right away?” she whispered, putting on her seatbelt.

  “He come back right away?” Sarah asked.

  “No, he’s not coming back right away, but soon. We’re on our way home, see you in a bit?”

  “Have dinner cooked, I make this Spanish dish I find in cook book.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, Gammie helps me to read it.” She sounded nothing short of thrilled.

  “Oh my, wow, we cannot wait to taste it.” She giggled at seeing Daniel’s who’s been cooking in my kitchen big bad wolf look. “Okay bye.”

  “Please tell me she didn’t cook.”

  Sofia leaned and sucked his neck hard, moaning heavily. “I’m going to make you forget your precious kitchen.”

  He moaned back and slid his fingers in her hair. “How?”

  She smiled. “You know how. You know what I’m going to do to you. I think I want you tied up. Face down. On the bed. Legs. Wide. Open.”

  “Holy fuck,” he croaked. “Yes.”

  “You’re going to shower for me. And I’m going to lick it first. Put my tongue in it. The way you do to me?”

  “God yes,” he groaned.

  “Don’t wreck,” she whispered, smiling while nipping his ear lobe.

  “I’m not. What else.”

  “Then I’m going to use my finger…until you’re groaning and pumping your perfect ass on the bed, begging for it. And then…” she bit his lobe hard and he gasped. “I’m going to fuck you with my cock. I’m going to lay on you and dig my nails in your shoulders and pull your hair while I grind my cock in you. Is that what you want baby?”

  “Oh my God, yes. Fuck me hard Sofia.”

  Sofia closed her eyes, dizzy with the desire to do that. She loved nothing more than giving him what he wanted in a way that didn’t hurt him. Even if the desire was born of horrific sins. It was who he’d been made to be. She could take the horror and sin out and make this okay. Make it clean. He’d learned to love the bad. Now…she could give him the physical pleasure without the nightmare that went with it. “I love you,” she whispered.

  He cupped her head with his hand and pressed her forehead into his neck. “I love you more.”

  Judging by his hoarse rasp, he’d been extremely touched. She wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his neck.

  “God, get in your seatbelt, please.” Like he just realized he was putting the most precious thing in the world in danger.

  She smiled and hurried to comply, giddy that she was the source of so much joy for him. That she was the answer to all his problems. It was the most amazing feeling in the world.

  Chapter Eleven

  “You have a visitor.”

  Seth jerked his head right at the guard’s voice. He sat up and scrubbed his face then followed him out. All the way to the door leading to the visiting room he wanted to ask who it was but knew it was the kind of pansy question you just didn’t ask. Couldn’t afford to show weakness at any time, not even with the nicest guards. You didn’t care if you got visitors, and you sure as hell didn’t care who they were if you did. It was hard enough to keep that fuck it gait when what he really wanted to do was run wide open while praying it was his brother. Who else but him? Another reason he wanted to run, he fucking missed him.

  It was the strangest thing the bond that they’d developed so quickly. Like the void of their long lost sibling lives suddenly rushed back together and collided with a vicious boom. It marked him in a way he couldn’t explain, he only knew that his heart and body ached for the protection of his big brother. Craved to fill in all the empty spaces where their childhood dreams should’ve gone. Hungered to create something new. Safe. And clean.

  That was Danny. Safe. Clean. New. Every part of him. He’d not had the type of hell he had. He’d been spared. Educated. Loved. Daniel could show him normal. He could help rebuild him. And Daniel wanted to. His brother loved him. And Seth wouldn’t trade that feeling for the world.

  Seth paused before sitting at the chair at the window. Not Daniel. Daniel’s father. His father too, technically. What was he doing there?

  Seth sat. He was more curious than anything. He had no feelings for this person, this man that was his biological “dad” as far as he knew. He wasn’t sure why or how he didn’t feel anything for the man, and didn’t really care to know. But for some reason, the man didn’t faze him one way or another. He should have, he’d given him away to a very bad person. Used his body to give Danny a good life. Seth used to hate the thought of it. But since he and Danny became close, he felt…like he had worth. Like because of him, he was able to become the amazing man he was.

  Seth picked up the phone and waited. Seemed only fair the man speak first.

  “Hey.” He grinned with a look in dull brown eyes that Seth knew. It was a universal look, one he’d recognize anywhere. Contempt.

  “Hey.” Still no emotion.
Didn’t know why the man would find contempt with him. Made no sense, really.

  He sniffed, the right of his upper lip raising in a near seductive sneer. “You’ll be getting out of here in a week. Wanted to come and let you know personally that I pulled a few strings.”

  Seth’s heart beat too fast at those impossible words. He sat there and didn’t say a thing, he couldn’t, not even when the man before him shot out a machine gun laugh, apparently pleased with Seth’s dumbfounded reaction. The dude’s countenance slowly morphed into that of a diabolical teenager who’d secretly drowned kittens. He wasn’t well. Maybe he’d lost his mind along the way.

  “What do you mean?” Seth heard the question and realized it was him that asked it. It was definitely the question he wanted an answer to.

  “I mean…” he leaned in closer, his grip on the phone fidgety like a man itching to do things. “…that I made some calls to the boys upstairs.” He bounced his brows before lowering them back to the kitten killing height, his eyes going dark and pensive, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip before they spread to show tobacco stained dentures.

  Whatever the fuck was going on, Seth knew one thing. Seth knew to shrug. “Okay.” Seth knew to play it cool. This was normal. Maybe even expected. Certainly not shocking or surprising. Seth was the villain. Seth was the tough guy. The untouchable soul. Seth was nobody. And Seth was quite comfortable in that invisible skin.

  As he made his way back to his cell, it felt like he’d slipped into another dimension of the Twilight Zone. When his prison door clanged shut and the guard was entirely gone, he laid on his bed, not feeling. No feeling allowed. No hope. No hope. No hope. Despair. Prison. That was reality. That was the only reality. He needed to keep it, guard it carefully. No hope. No hope allowed.

  The no hope concept was a familiar one to Seth. But it never failed to take him back to the nightmare. Back to the place where he’d learned that secret talent. Learned to give up, let go, and just deal. But those thoughts also came with her. Sarah. And the few clean memories they’d managed to steal while growing up together. Her smiling face came to him. The memory of her feeding him stolen food while he was tied to the radiator in the basement. All at the horrific risk of…Seth gritted his teeth, hating how all of his precious memories ended. She still bore the scar on her forehead for that one.