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  “Why don’t you tell him yourself. He can see that everything is not fine,” I said with a smart mouth. I looked up at the door and I saw Jonathan and gasped. His eyes turned yellow, and his features had changed; it was like he was changing into an animal. Then I saw sharp claws growing, and he punched the window.

  Robby pulled out a syringe from his back pocket. “I don’t think you understand what’s going to come next,” he said, not paying attention to Jonathan. He pressed his bulge into me from behind. “My boss always gets what he wants, and he wants you,” Robby said. I laughed at his stupidity.

  “There are five Navy SEALs you will have to go through to get me out of here. You’re going to end up in the hospital badly hurt or you’re going to die today and end up in the morgue.” I stomped on the man’s foot. I think I crushed his toe, and I slammed my body back into him and turned with my high heel still in his foot. With the force of my turn. I hit him in the nose with the heel of my palm and broke his nose. He fell backwards, with me landing on him. He dropped the syringe and I grabbed the syringe that he dropped, and I stuck him in the leg with it.

  “How do you like being drugged, you dumbass?” I kicked him in the side. I stumbled back and heard Tom just before I turned around and block a punch to my face. I shoved the heel of my palm into his nose and re-broke his nose from the night before too. Then, I kicked him in the balls.

  “Aw, fuck, Kate!” he yelled.

  “I guess you won’t be needing those tonight, will yah?” I grabbed my fighting stick off the floor as he stumbled back and fell. I was so exhausted. I heard gunshots and the sliding glass door fall; it crushed my kitchen table and just missed the other guy lying on the floor. Just as I got up to walk to Jonathan, Tom went for one last hurrah. Jonathan grabbed me and spun me into Collin. He caught me as I collapsed with a wince.

  Jonathan kept Tom from touching me again. They fought and he knocked him back into the front sitting room. Tom didn’t stand a chance. Then I heard glass as Tom went through the bay window. I heard Tom cry out in pain, and then silence. I grabbed my side and gasped for air.

  Jonathan came running to me in the kitchen. I saw Carson stumbling in behind him with blood all down his shirt from a huge gash on his head. My eyes got blurry and I passed out just before I heard, “Kate, are you okay?” from Jonathan.

  Being Taken Care of

  CHAPTER 5

  Jonathan had Dominic, who was their team medic, check me out. I came to a few minutes later. I was still on the kitchen floor. I winced at the light being shined in my eyes. “Oh,” I rasped, “my body aches.” I tried to sit up.

  “No, Kate, don’t move. You may have a concussion and need stitches and you have a busted lip,” said Dominic.

  “It hurts to breathe and my right-side hurts,” I rasped out. Dominic lifted my shirt, and Jonathan growled when he saw the bruising.

  Dominic felt my ribs. “Ow!” I said.

  Dominic told Jonathan, “She has at least one broken rib, maybe two. I want you to lie still until the ambulance gets here.”

  I tried to get up. “No, no hospitals. I’m fine. I am not going to the hospital.” I fought. “Just go and press the security button by the door and my brother will be here in a few minutes.”

  “I’m already here. Now, does someone want to explain why my sister is covered in bruises on her kitchen floor and her boyfriend is outside bleeding to death?”

  Jonathan stood up. “We heard fighting, and we tried to get in. This place is like Fort Knox. I had to shoot out the hinges just to get in here.” Jonathan glared at Bradley.

  I interrupted. “Tom and I broke up last night. We fought, and I kicked him out of my home,” I said, coughing and rasping. “I guess he decided to come back today with a friend and attack me. Thank God you let Jonathan and his men stay in your house, or I would probably be in worse shape.” Bradley came to my side. “That asshole over there,” I pointed to him, “tried to drug me, but I fought hard, just like you taught me to.”

  “You did good, Kate. You did good,” Bradley told me. “Amanda is on her way, and she will check you out. Now can you tell me what else happened?”

  “I came home, and I met these guys moving into your house. Then I came in and fed the dogs and opened the windows. I thought I heard talking in Tom’s office, but I wasn’t sure if he was here. As I said, I kicked him out last night.”

  I hadn’t noticed that my other brother, who was a detective, had come in and was taking notes. Daniel interrupted. “Why did you kick Tom out last night, honey?”

  “When I came home last night, he was yelling about the dinner mess from the night before. I had told Tom if he didn’t like it, he could find a new office to work from; it’s not like I don’t let him live here for free, and let him use my home, for his office space. He didn’t like that and grabbed me. Then he pushed me down on top of the kitchen table and spanked me. I was stunned, because he has never been or done anything like that before, and then, he tried to pull up my skirt. I wasn’t ready to give him that part of me yet,” I explained.

  “That motherfucker,” said Bradley. “Why didn’t you tell me this when I saw you this morning?” Bradley said.

  “Because I thought I’d handled it,” I said. “Anyway, I got away and kicked him out and told him it was over, and that I want him out of my home and my life. Then today, I found him in his office doing Godawful things to some woman. She is in his office. He drugged her, and he was going to do the same to me,” I told Bradley and Daniel.

  Just then, Amanda walked into my kitchen. “Let me through, please.” They all moved out of the way. Amanda looked me over. “Jesus, Kate. I checked Tom before I came in. He will live. But I am proud of you for fighting so hard.” She began feeling my head and neck. Then she studied my ribs and touched them. I groaned in pain. She shone the light in my eyes and said, “You have a concussion. Your throat is badly bruised, there will be no talking for at least a week. Then we will reassess, okay?” She cleaned up my head wound and stitched me up. “You have two broken ribs, and you’re going to be sore for quite a while. You’re going to need to stay with someone until your concussion clears up. For the first twenty-four to thirty-six hours you will need to be woken up every couple of hours when you sleep.”

  Bradley and Daniel were taking care of everything else. Bradley came in. “Amanda, as soon as you’re done, there is a situation in the office that needs your care.”

  Amanda had Jonathan carry me upstairs to my room. “Be careful of her ribs,” she said.

  Jonathan, set me on my bed. “I need to use the bathroom; can you help me get there?” I whispered. Jonathan, tried to lift me again, but I argued, “I would like to walk.” He growled his displeasure, but he did as I asked.

  “I’ll be right outside the door; call me when you are done.” I clapped my hands to get his attention, and I pointed to my throat, and then made a knocking sound on the counter. “Yes, of course that is fine,” Jonathan said, remembering Amanda said no talking. I heard him tell someone to go find my phone and to have someone named Becca make some of her special tea and to bring him the special healing oil with some wraps.

  I decided to take a bath in some Epsom salts to help with my sore muscles. I began to relax and doze off when I heard, you deserve to be punished, Kate. My throat felt tight. I began thrashing in the water. Jonathan was there pulling me out of the water, holding me on the floor and wrapping a towel around me. I began to cry, even though there was no sound.

  “I’ve got you, Kate. It’s okay, little one, just let it out. No one will hurt you ever again.” I was shaking and trembling in his arms. Carson came into the bathroom and handed Jonathan a cup of tea and a bag that had other stuff in it and then left. Jonathan asked, “Can you drink this tea for me?” He held me for what seemed like forever. I must have dozed off for hours, because it was Jonathan who woke me up to check on me.

  Jonathan sat on the side of my bed. He handed me my phone and explained, “No talking; you’re allowe
d to text only. I took the liberty of adding my phone number to your contacts. Bradley and I are old friends. He and I talked it over and we felt it would be best if you stay with me until everything is cleared up.” My eyes widened. “Everyone is gone, and Bradley is having someone come by tomorrow to fix the bay window and the back door.” I began texting Bradley immediately.

  Bradley – What the hell? Why would you leave me with someone I hardly know?

  Kate – I trust Jonathan. He saved my life on a mission. He is someone you can trust.

  And he will make sure you rest. You’re stubborn and will need help I can’t give you as your brother. Love you, Kate. Be good.

  “There is no need to be alarmed. Your brother trusts me with his life, and so can you. I will take care of you. Tonight, you and your dogs will be spending the night at my house.” I grabbed his wrist as he tried to pull the covers from me, and everything happened so fast from there.

  He took my hand from his wrist and then the blanket from me. Jonathan lifted me in his arms and carried me to his house. My dogs followed us out the door. “Carson, can you handle the dogs? My hands are full at the moment.” Carson called the girls to him and they lay down. Jonathan turned and carried me up the stairs. “You will be staying in my room.” I stiffened. “Don’t worry, little one. I will sleep on my couch. This will just be easier, because I will have to wake you every couple of hours.” I relaxed a little.

  Jonathan asked, “Do you need to use the restroom?” I nodded. He carried me to his on-suite bathroom. He carried me to the toilet and helped me to stand. He began to pull down my shorts and I grabbed his hands. He looked up at me and I shook my head no and nudged my chin to the door and winced.

  “You’re too sore to do this yourself right now. You’re going to just have to depend on me this week.” I felt mortified, and tears filled my eyes. “You will not be allowed to lift a finger in my home.” I looked away from him as he started to pull down the boy shorts someone put on me after my bath, and he helped me to sit, and then he walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open. I quickly went to the bathroom and wiped. He was right; I was in so much pain as I tried to pull up my shorts. I was wincing, and breathing harshly, from my ribs hurting, when he came back into the bathroom. Jonathan stopped and narrowed his eyes at me. I heard a throat clear, and just as I looked up to see Jonathan looking annoyed at me, I got dizzy and passed out and started to fall from the pain.

  Jonathan

  “Shit!” I got to Kate just before she fell to her knees. Damn it! I lifted Kate and I took her to my bed. I laid her down and took her bottoms off completely. Then I took her tank top off her and pulled the covers over her.

  I was sitting at Kate’s side when Becca knocked and came in with a tray of food and the healing ointment and tea. “Thank you, Becca,” I said.

  “If there is anything that will help her to feel more comfortable here just let me know,” she said. Then she turned and went out the door.

  Kate

  Jonathan grabbed the healing ointment and uncovered me. He began to rub me down all over my body with the oil. Jonathan started at my ribs, and I started to wake up. When I opened my eyes, he held my gaze.

  “Kate, it’s just me. I am putting some healing oil on you. It’s going to help loosen up your muscles, and it will make you feel like putty.” And then he grinned the most beautiful smile.

  “You will start to feel your body begin to warm up from the oil, and you will feel as though you are in a sauna. It will be relaxing and soothing. It will help work out every ache you have.” I just sat there and listened because now I couldn’t really move without passing out from the pain, even if I wanted to. Something in me wanted to trust Jonathan, and I knew somehow that he wouldn’t hurt me. He was so kind and gentle this morning, and his eyes just kept pulling me into him.

  Jonathan rubbed the whole front of my body down—my stomach and ribs, then he moved to my breasts, but he didn’t take his eyes off mine, until he rubbed over my nipples. He looked down and his eyes went hungry at seeing my nipple rings. He cleared his throat and moved to my neck and shoulders. My arms were next, then down to my hands, and my palms, to my fingers; then I felt him wrap something around my wrist, and I heard a click. I flinched and I was pulled back to the present from his gaze. I tensed up, and he felt it.

  “Relax, it is just a leather band.” He held my gaze. “I won’t hurt you. Your brother told me that you can feel things, like emotions and sometimes you get flashes of images.” I nodded. “Can you feel me?” I nodded and closed my eyes and opened my feelings. “What do you feel?” I felt that he just wanted to keep me safe and protected and free of pain. I felt no sexual intentions from him. Just an overwhelming sense to keep me safe, and before I knew it, he had another leather band around my other wrist and locked it into place. “These will help you later,” he said. I tried to lift my hands, to see what it was, but he was right, I felt like putty. I kept calm, because I truly didn’t feel anything bad from him. Then he began to rub my thighs and moved on to my calves, and to my feet, and then to each toe. I must admit it felt wonderful. Then he gently turned me over and did my back side.

  He began to talk to me as he massaged every part of my body, and then it hit me. In the three months that I had been with Tom, he had never done anything like this, and he was a massage therapist. Then I flinched at the image in my head of the woman on his desk.

  “Come back from wherever your mind has taken you, little one. Let those thoughts go. This is not the same as what you saw that bastard do today.” As he finished massaging my feet, he said, “See, a man can touch without evil intentions.” I relaxed because in that moment I felt the truth in his words.

  Jonathan turned me back over and sat me up against the pillows. He made sure that I was not in any pain while he wrapped my ribs and sat me up in bed. “I would like you to try to eat. My sister Becca brought you some mashed potatoes. She thought it would be easier on your throat.” He brought the spoon to my mouth. I just looked at him, and then I remembered the bathroom. “You will not lift a finger this week, you will let me care for you.” I wish I would have opened my feelings, then, to feel his intentions.

  I opened my mouth and let him feed me. It wasn’t like I could feed myself at this point. My arms and my body truly felt like putty. I decided that I was going to keep my feelings open, because no one is this nice without wanting something.

  I ate every bite he gave me, and then he held what looked like a small shot glass to my lips. I turned my head away, shaking my head, NO! “This is a higher dose of the tea that you drank earlier,” Jonathan said. “It will allow you to get a good night’s sleep. I promise, I am not going to drug you with something that will harm you. It will just help you sleep better through the night. Do you remember the tea from earlier, and that it let you sleep for a bit?” I nodded and sniffed the shot. It did smell like the tea from earlier. He must have sensed the relaxation in my eyes, because he brought it back to my lips and I drank it down. It also tasted the same as the tea. Just a bit stronger.

  He laid me flat on my back and fixed the pillows around me. “Now if you need anything, like the restroom, or the water, just ring this bell, and I will come.” He set it on the nightstand, and then he caressed my cheek. “I have something for you,” he said as he walked over to the door and whistled and said, “Puppies, come!” My eyes widened and I felt tears forming in my eyes. My girls came running and jumped onto the bed and lay on each side of me. I whispered, “Thank you so much!” He narrowed his eyes because of the whisper, but then his eyes softened when he noticed my tears of joy, and he grinned.

  He said, “I will just be over here sleeping on the couch.” I watched him as he got his bed ready, and then he went into the bathroom. After he came out of the bathroom, I watched him as he made up the couch. I felt a bit sorry for him, because compared to him the couch was small, but I didn’t fret too much, because I was out in minutes.

  The Aftermath

  CHAP
TER 6

  Kate

  I woke up gasping for air. I felt like I was being choked and held down and fighting for my life again by Tom and Robby. “You’re gonna pay for this, bitch,” I heard in the remnants of the dream. I sat up in bed and gasped in tiny harsh breaths from my aching ribs and dry throat, in a panic, not knowing where I was. I jumped out of bed and stood against the wall. Jonathan was up and at my side in seconds. My head felt woozy and suddenly I felt sick. I covered my mouth, my eyes wide. Jonathan picked me up, and quickly took me to the toilet and then handed me a towel in seconds. I threw up, shaking and in a panic. I hurt so bad.

  “It’s okay. I’ve got you, little one,” said Jonathan, rubbing my back. I turned to him, leaning into his neck, and began to cry. Jonathan carried me back to his bed. The dogs were on the floor. “Water,” I whispered. I drank it all. Jonathan laid me down and went to get more water and brought back another shot of tea. I drank more water and then he gave me the tea. I was completely shaking and cold. Jonathan rubbed more of the oil on me and it helped. As he helped me get comfortable and pulled the covers over me, I began to cry. He wiped a tear from my face. I whispered, “Stay with me, please.” So, he came around the bed and got under the covers pulling me into him and held me while I cried myself to sleep.

  I woke from another nightmare. My hair was wet and dripping with sweat. I got up in a panic against the wall. My dogs came to me and I slid down the wall and hugged them. I looked at the bed and the blankets were all over the place; even the bottom sheet was coming off. The dogs had moved to the floor, probably as I got restless through the night. My heart was racing, and I was drenched with sweat. I looked around, realizing I was not in my room.