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Chapter Twenty of Well, This is Awkward

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Rating: 18+

Word Count: 24k+ (I am so so so sorry.🙈)

Summary: Dave makes more discoveries, and things take a drastic turn, but in the end, how will he respond?

Warnings: ANGST ANGST ANGST, language, SOFT!Dave, smutty goodness (YESSSSSSSSSS! Heads up, it’s quite a lot. You have been warned), light Daddy kink, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (PLEASE WRAP IT UP), some spanking, some light degradation, anal penetration, graphic descriptions of violence and blood. Those are the only ones I can think of, but let me know if I miss any.

A/N: Ahhhhhhhhhh!!! Here we are!!! This has been a wild ride from start to finish, and I am so so so thankful to each and every one of you who have been part of this journey with me. It's crazy to think that I started this series at the beginning of December last year, not sure where I would even be taking this, and now we're at the end.

P.S: Y’all should totally listen to I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith, I Will Return by Skyler Grey, and The Promise by Anberlin while reading this chapter.

P.P.S: If you’d like some more Dave, check out The Black Viper if you haven’t already. It's only two parts in right now, but it'll be an interesting one. I also have a follower milestone celebrationready to drop once I get there! So keep your eyes on the look out!

Likes and reblogs are always always appreciated.♥

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Dave blinked several times, gaping at the photos in bewilderment, unsure of what he was seeing in front of him.

What are these?

They seem so familiar.

But why?

Have I seen them before?

But where? When?

An image of him pulling out the pictures from his jacket flickered in his mind, and he shook his head, a confused haze falling over him.

What the hell was that?

Dave’s perplexion grew. However, he continued to scan the room, curiosity motivating him to keep prying. Your other nightstand caught his eye, and he walked closer to examine the objects sitting on the wooden surface. His heart clenched at the sight of two more picture frames staring back at him.

What the hell is this?

In one frame sat a photo of Dave passionately kissing you at the park, another of the two of you cuddling bed, tangled in a lover’s embrace, love in his eyes, and lastly, a photo of baby Frankie a week after he came home.

Could it be?

His eyes wandered to the second frame, and he discovered the birth certificate. The writing etched across the document made his heart stop.

There, written in the space under ‘father,’ sat his name.

What?

It can’t be…

Dave’s stomach twisted, and a glimmer on the corner of the frame drew his attention. Atop it, on a small silver chain, sat a glittering diamond engagement ring. The very ring he had a receipt for and evidently purchased for you.

Dave’s head began to throb as if someone was unceasingly beating his brain with a sledgehammer. His vision proceeded to blur, and with a gasp, he fell to the ground clutching his skull as a multitude of images flashed before him.

—FLASHBACK—

There you were, short red dress hugging your skin, black heels on your feet, a giant smile on your face. Dave watched as you swayed your hips to the music, and he stood. Like a predator stalking its prey, he weaved through the crowd and approached you.

“Mind if I cut in?” He huskily spoke into your ear, pressing his body against yours and drawing you close, a tent already forming in his pants. “Hope you don’t mind, princess, but I just couldn’t help myself when I saw you dancing.” You giggled and shook your head.

“Not at all, though I usually wait until I’ve been bought a drink first,” came your snarky reply. Dave pressed his muscular frame against you even more at your words, grinding his length against you, knowing you could feel it.

“That can be arranged, though I’m sure I can give you a better drink than one from this bar,” he seductively stated.

“Maybe, but I’m quite a big fan of this bar and its drinks, so you’d have to really impress me.” He gave your hips a slight squeeze, and his mind raced at the possibilities of where this night would go.

“I guess I’ll just have to do my best.”

The scene shifted to you on your knees, bobbing your head up and down on his rigid member. Your tongue swirled around his shaft as you took him deeper and deeper until he hit the back of your throat.

Fuck me.

You kept up the pace, alternating between using your mouth and hand, and Dave felt his sack tighten before he spilled his seed into your wet cavity.

Things shifted again; this time, you were bent over the restroom sink, his cock plunging in and out of you at a brutal pace.

“Fuck baby, you’re taking me so well. Shit, your pussy feels like heaven,” he groaned, looking down to watch his hardness disappear into your soaked cunt. He moved his gaze to the mirror, watching you grip the edge of the sink, your face contorted with pleasure.

“Please, Daddy. Please, I’m about to cum. Fuck, don’t stop,” you pleaded. Dave continued to hammer into you, hand drifting from your neck to squeeze your breast and pinch the nipple.

“Don’t you dare cum until I say so,” he ordered, crushing your nipple between his thumb and index finger, and you threw your head back in pleasure. He watched you open your mouth, letting out a moan, but stopped partway through, remembering that you could not be too loud. Dave moved his hand that was on your hip and snaked it to the front of your dress, pulling it up farther, your pussy exposed to his wanting eyes. His fingers met your swollen clit, and it took everything in you not to cum right there.

“Ohhhh fuckkkkk,” you moaned. “Please let me cum. It’s too much.”

Dave grinned at you through the mirror and rubbed your clit harder, no longer holding back. His cock smashed into you, nearing his release.

“When I say cum, you can cum. Until then, you take it like the little slut you are, you hear me?” He spoke into your ear. You nodded, choking out a whimper.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t take anymore,” you begged. Dave felt your pussy ache around him, his thrusts starting to get sloppy and erratic. He was almost there. Just. One. More. Push.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he ordered with his last push, biting down on your neck, and covered your mouth with his hand.

—FLASHBACK—

The doorbell ringing caught his attention, and he let out a sigh, pulling himself up from his desk to walk down the stairs. The sight of you leaning over the kitchen island, ass sticking right out, made his eyes widen.

“Oh, Dave! Honey, meet our nanny! This is Dave, my husband,” Carol excitedly said. “I was just telling her about being gone for work starting next week, but you’d be home to help with the girls if she needed anything.”

Dave was speechless. There you were. In his kitchen. Looking just as captivating as the night he saw you in your jeans and skin-hugging shirt. He had to hold himself back from ravaging you on the spot.

“Dave? Are you okay, honey?” Carol asked him. He blinked and shook his head, pushing those lustful thoughts away, and looked at his wife.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a work thing come up a few minutes ago that distracted me. Sorry. Hi, I’m Dave; nice to meet you,” he responded, turning to you and held his hand out.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave spied you in the laundry room, bent over setting clothes in a hamper when he decided to corner you and have some fun. He snuck up and pressed himself firmly against your ass. He snaked his hands around you, settling them on your hips, as he pushed his bulge between your cheeks while you slowly stood.

“How’s my baby girl doing today?” Dave breathed into your ear as he then nipped your neck, drawing a shiver from you. You turned to face him and met his lips in a fevered kiss. You slipped your arms around his neck as your tongues battled for dominance. Dave’s hands gripped your thighs and lifted, propping you on top of the washing machine. He pulled your legs apart and moved to stand between them, continuing to kiss you sensually. You let out a moan and reached for the front of his pants, feeling the very prominent bulge there as you began to rub gently. Dave moved his right hand to the apex between your legs and cupped your heat. You broke the kiss to throw your head back at the contact.

“Da - ugh. Oh my god,” you choked out, and Dave shifted your shorts to the side, dipping a finger into your heat.

Fuck, she is so wet already.

“What was that, baby girl?” Dave urged, slipping a second finger into you. “You’re so soaked.”

“Dave, fuck. I need….I need you,” you managed to whimper out as he began to pump his fingers into you.

“Hmmm, is that my name, baby girl?” Dave smirked as he picked up the pace. “Is that how you ask?”

“Fuck,” you moaned out. “Daddy, please. Please, I need more.” Dave chuckled at the needy tone and picked up the pace, resting his left hand behind your neck and bringing your lips to meet his. He circled his thumb on your clit, and added a third finger inside you, drawing a loud moan from your mouth. Suddenly, Dave drew away and knelt on the floor, tugging you to rest on the edge of the appliance. He pulled your shorts and thong down your legs and threw them to the side.

Your folds glistened with slick, and he licked his lips at the sight. Dave wanted to devour you. He shifted closer and bit the inside of your right thigh and then the left. He slithered his tongue up your leg before giving your clit a long swipe once he arrived at the apex of your legs, and he felt your hand tightly grip his head at the action. The effect of Dave’s tongue on your clit was overwhelming as the oscillation of the washing machine made it more than a mere muscle and more like a vibrating toy, only better, amplifying the pleasure tenfold.

“Oh fuck!” you cried out as he snaked his tongue into your heat, tasting your sweet nectar.

Fuck, I could drink her up all day.

He briefly pulled away to insert two fingers into your center and began scissoring his fingers.

“You look so pretty for me, baby girl. Sitting here legs spread out while I taste this sweet pussy,” Dave huskily said. “Fuck, just look at you taking my fingers.” He looked down to watch his fingers pumping into you, fascinated with how well you took his thick digits. He leaned forward and sucked your clit into his mouth, drawing another groan of pleasure from you.

“Oh my god, yes. Daddy, yes! Please don’t stop,” you exclaimed as he sucked harder on your clit and drove his fingers into you at a brutal pace. Within moments he felt a rush of slick flood out, running down his fingers, and he continued his assault on your clit and pussy as you violently came. He gave you a moment to catch your breath before retreating and stood up, licking his fingers with pride.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me, baby girl. So why try and fight it?” Dave smugly said as he pecked your lips before strutting out of the room, leaving you blissed and spread out over the washing machine.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave took a seat at his desk, opening and unlocking his laptop, and pulled up the files that Ari had sent him. The first folder he opened was photos. Dave shook his head as he scrolled through picture after picture of Carol on her trip. Images of Carol with her assistant on a very not work-related-looking trip. Carol sitting at dinner with her hand on her assistant’s lap. Them laying together next to the pool, looking too cuddly. Carol leaning up and kissing him while his hand was on her ass. The more photos Dave looked through, the more graphic they became until he saw pictures of Carol full-on fucking her assistant in their hotel room with the curtains open.

“Fucking slut couldn’t even close the goddamn curtains,” Dave said to himself. Dave felt anger rage in him as he looked at the evidence he now had.

No wonder she wanted a nanny so she could fuck off with her boy toy.

Fucking whore.

Dave opened the following folder, this one titled ‘emails,’ and began to read. If the photos were not damning enough, he read countless emails between Carol and her assistant, Adrian, making plans to see each other and wrote explicitly about their time together. The incriminating emails dated back to almost two years! Dave felt himself grow angrier and angrier at the fact that Carol had been pursuing such a thing while he had felt slightly bad that he had strayed from his marriage to her. He was angry at the fact that he had been busy taking care of their daughters while his wife went off and slept with her assistant—more than once.

“Fucking good for nothing bitch!” Dave shouted as he slammed his hand down on his desk. He was livid. All hints of remorse he felt at sleeping with you were out the window, and he was done.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave pressed the gas pedal down, speeding up to get to you sooner. Luckily, when you had texted him, he was already on his way, so he was not far. Dave pulled into the apartment complex and saw Tom at your doorstep, howling at you through the door. Dave swiftly got out of his SUV and put his hand on the back of his pants, ready to grab his gun should he need to.

Thank God people are at work at this time of day.

I don’t have the patience to try and explain that one, Dave thought.

“Open this fucking door up, you stupid bitch!” Dave heard Tom yell as he kicked the door and jiggled the handle some more. Tom caught Dave’s movement out of the corner of his eye and looked over at Dave, sizing him up.

“What the fuck do you want?” Tom shouted, trying to make himself look intimidating.

“I want you to go,” Dave calmly said, his hand gripping the handle of the gun, switching the safety off.

“Fuck you. Who do you think you are? Huh?” Tom yelled as he stepped towards Dave, pulling out a knife.

“That doesn’t concern you,” Dave said as he drew his gun and aimed it at Tom. At the sight of the pistol, Tom halted his steps, weighing his options. Never bring a knife to a gunfight, Dave thought.

“Fuck this. Fuck you and this bitch,” Tom said as he spat towards Dave. “I’ll be back.” Tom began to walk backward, and Dave watched as he got into a car and drove off, fuming. Dave lowered the gun and walked over to your door, and knocked.

“Hello?” he said. He did not hear a sound from inside and opened his phone to look at the feed. You were still cowering in your room. Dave decided to send you a text that he was outside, and Tom was gone, and he watched through the phone screen as you read his text and buried your head in your knees and cried. Dave grabbed the spare key to your apartment and let himself in, making sure to lock the door behind him in case Tom decided to come back. He tucked his gun into the back of his pants again as he neared your room and heard your cries.

“Hey, it’s me. Dave,” he announced as he walked in. You looked up at him, eyes red and puffy, tears streaming down your face, and a little snot coming out of your left nostril. You cried harder as you got up and stumbled over to Dave, into his waiting arms as he shushed you and stroked your hair.

“Shhhh. He is gone. I got rid of him,” he said into your hair, trying to calm you down. You held onto his shirt and cried some more. You slipped your arms around his waist, and the pleasant smell of your body wash filled his nose while he stroked your hair, not wanting to let go. Your arms slid down from the middle of Dave’s back and came in contact with the butt of the gun. You both froze as you looked up at him, fear evident in your eyes.

Fuck.

“Dave,” you slowly said as you let go of him and took a step back. “Why do you have a gun?” There was a pregnant pause before you spoke again. “And how did you get into my apartment?”

Dave looked at you. You looked at Dave. There was a silence in the room that was stifling. You blinked, cocking your head to the side, waiting for an answer, unsure of where this confidence had come from. Dave stared at you, unsure of how to proceed.

Do I tell her the truth? Or lie? Dave pondered.

Fuck, here goes nothing.

“I - uh. I used to work for the DIA,” Dave started as he held his hands up to help keep you calm.

“What, like the CIA?” you countered with a scoff. Dave nodded.

“Kind of. DIA, Defense Intelligence Agency. We focused more on national level defense military stuff whereas the CIA was more on the intelligence and international stuff,” he explained. You looked at him bewildered.

“You’re telling me that you’re like some kind of spy or assassin or something?” you asked sarcastically. Dave merely looked at you and nodded.

“Yeah, you could say that. But it’s a was. I used to work for them,” Dave clarified. “The government shut us down a few years back.”

“Used to? What do you do now?” you questioned. “If not for the government, then who?”

“Whoever I want,” he retorted. “I do the same things I used to for God and country, kill names on a paper. Only now, there’s just a price next to them.”

―END FLASHBACK—

Dave’s head ached as the images stopped. He desperately gasped for air, breaths coming out heavy and ragged, insides wildly whirling, and he had difficultly comprehending what he had just witnessed.

Memories.

He was regaining bits and pieces of the life he could not remember, his mind slowly finding the missing fragments and filling in the once empty gaps, returning the memories to their proper place.

Dave took a moment to try and regulate his breathing, his heart thundering uncontrollably in his chest, his ears filled with an uncomfortable ringing. He closed his eyes and pulled the newfound visions forward, carefully studying each one.

She knew.

She knew everything.

She was not just the nanny.

She was more.

She was so much more.

He felt like he was on fire, his skin growing hot, his legs beginning to shake, and sweat culminated in his palms. He balled his hands into tight fists, trying to push away the anxiety that was gradually boiling to the surface, but to no avail. His whole body was vibrating, electricity coursing through his veins as he was met with a second set of forgotten memories.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave was livid.

You had been taken from him. Right under his nose. He stared at the screen and watched the images of a figure opening your window while you were in the shower and going to hide in the closet. His blood boiled as the footage showed the figure abducting you, dragging your limp body out of the window. He had been so preoccupied with Carol and telling her that things were over that he did not think to check on you after the ordeal with Tom mere days ago.

Granted, you were asleep the last time he had checked on you, but he had been so distracted that Tom was able to sneak in and abduct you. In his own home. Oh no, Dave was beyond pissed; he was downright infuriated. Dave was ready to get his hands dirty. More than usual, at least. Dave picked up the phone and begrudgingly dialed Carol’s number.

“Carol, I need you to come back to the house to take care of the girls. Our fucking nanny has been kidnapped,” he angrily spat into the phone.

“What? What happened, Dave?!” Carol screeched through the speaker. Dave held the phone away from his ear as not to go deaf from her outburst.

“I said, you need to come back to the house and be a goddamn mother to my daughters for once,” Dave shot back. Carol grew silent and whimpered.

“Okay, I’m on my way,” she said. Dave replied with a grunt and hung up the phone, dialing Resnik.

“Resnik, I need you to pull the street footage from the last day and look for Tom’s fucking car in the neighborhood. You were supposed to be on fucking top of this, and Tom came into my house and took her,” Dave seethed into the phone. “My own goddamn fucking house!” Resnik had been in charge of maintaining your security and safety but had clearly slipped up.

“On it,” Resnik replied. “Sorry, Dave.”

“You’ll be more than sorry if you don’t find out where he took her,” Dave replied angrily into the phone. Resnik gulped on the other end of the line before Dave hung up.

“FUCK!” he shouted as he kicked his desk.

I am going to find her.

No matter what the fuck I have to do.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave pulled into the hospital’s parking lot and made his way inside to the emergency room’s lobby. As he approached the receptionist, he braced himself for whatever news they had to give him regarding your condition.

“Hi, I’m Dave York. I believe I spoke with a Jenny earlier when she called me,” he suavely said as he met her eye.

“Hi, Mr. York! I spoke with you earlier, yes,” Jenny replied, swooning at Dave. “She is recovering in room four from surgery, but you can go on back.” Dave nodded to Jenny, and with a wink, walked over to the door to take him to the rooms.

He heard a buzz and the door unlock, and he swiftly made his way down the hall, looking for room four. Once outside, he saw a clipboard and a file. He looked around to ensure he was alone in the hallway, opened the file, and read the contents.

Multiple fractured ribs.

Bruising on thighs and arms.

Lacerations on the lip.

Mild concussion.

Miscarriage – D&E advised.

Dave looked at the last bit before rereading it. And again. And again.

What?

It can’t be

She - no.

Dave’s mind was muddled as he placed the file back into its place and quietly entered the room. As he drew back the curtain, his breath hitched in his throat. There you were, hooked up to several machines, the quiet beeping of your heartbeat on the monitor. You looked beautiful, even with all the bruising and injuries. He walked over to your bedside and saw that you were still asleep, so he pulled up a chair and grabbed your hand, laying a gentle kiss on it

“I’m here, sweet girl,” he whispered as he kissed your hand and waited. “I’m here.”

—END FLASHBACK—

Oh, my God.

Dave knelt on the floor, arms bracing his weight, as he struggled to breathe, lungs refusing to keep the air inside its cavities. He was drowning in a deep pool of distress like an unknown assailant was pulling him into the depths, and he was struggling to reach the surface.

Oh, my fucking God.

He recalled the long torturous months when you had been missing and the plethora of emotions he had experienced.

The distress and fear as he tried and failed to find your whereabouts.

The sleeplessness as he laid in bed, running through every piece of information that might be of use.

The relief and comfort when he got the news that you were alive.

The concern and outrage as he read your file in the hospital.

The sadness when he looked at your battered body, dark bruises marring the skin.

The fury and thirst for blood as you spoke about Tom and the horrors you were put through.

The heartbreak and mourning when you had told him of your lost child.

Dave tensed, fingers digging into the carpet, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he was catapulted into a different series of events.

—FLASHBACK—

“Are you ready for this?” Dave asked, stepping in front of you, and took your hands into his own as he brought them to his lips.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you replied. Dave kissed your knuckles and nodded and then turned you both to walk towards the door.

“Looks like the boys have been keeping him very comfortable,” he joked, and you let out a little laugh. At Dave’s voice, Tom’s head shot up as he watched the two of you walk towards him.

“Hi, baby,” you mocked as you looked at Tom with hate. Tom cringed as Dave came up to him and placed his hand on the back of Tom’s neck.

“She said hello,” Dave said as he squeezed Tom’s neck. Tom let out a cough as he looked up at you.

“You - you fucking bitch,” Tom managed to breathe out. Dave quickly punched Tom in the stomach, causing the man to cough and spit up blood. You took a step back from him, not wanting to get any blood on you.

“You took everything from me, you asshole,” you jeered at him. “Now, you’re going to pay.”

—FLASHBACK—

“Enough of this,” Dave finally said as he drew a gun from the back of his pants. Tom whimpered as he heard the gun cock and flinched away.

“Wait,” you said, putting your hand onto Dave’s shoulder. Dave looked at you puzzled, unsure if you still wanted this. “I want to be the one to do it.” The moment the words left your mouth, Dave’s cock again twitched, and he grew aroused at your determination to take back your power.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? There’s no coming back from this,” Dave said, wanting to give you a chance to back out from committing your only act of murder. You shook your head as you took the gun from his hands, feeling the weight in your palm.

“I’m sure,” you responded. “He took everything from us, and I want to be the one to take it all away from him.” Dave shook his head in slight disbelief but let you move to stand in front of Tom. He came to stand behind you and put his hands on your hips as he watched you bring the gun up and level it with Tom’s head. Tom’s one swollen eye open enough just to see you hold the gun up to his forehead, and he shook his head, muffled pleas coming from him. You looked down the barrel of the gun as you aimed.

“Fuck you, asshole,” you spat at him before pulling the trigger.

—END FLASHBACK—

Dave’s eyes were wide. He had taken you to watch him kill a man, and then you had done the final act yourself, your thirst for vengeance unwavering.

He shifted to rest on his heels and rubbed his temple, trying to center and ground himself, nerves beginning to get the better of him.

What the fuck.

The startling rush of unexpected images was starting to overwhelm him, and it felt like his head was ready to explode, as if his brain was swelling and pressing up against the edges of his skull.

How much more of this can I take?!

A wave of nausea washed over him, his stomach churning as the bile threatened to escape, and Dave knew that things were far from over.

And just like that, another barrage of memories rained down.

—FLASHBACK—

“Dave?” you finally spoke as he worked the suds through your hair and tilted your head back to get the front of your hairline.

“Hmm?” he responded, enamored with the sight of you, water running down your body, washing the shampoo away, lust in your eyes.

She is so beautiful.

“Put another baby into me,” you commanded.

Fucking hell, woman.

Dave’s cock pressed against your lower belly, twitching at your words. “Tom took away our child, and I want you to pump me so full that we get a second chance.”

Dave gazed down at you at your words, feeling his cock harden even more at the thought of you pregnant with his baby, this time carrying it to full term.

Fuck, she would look so gorgeous carrying my baby.

He loved the idea of you being round with his child, and he bent down, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss.

He walked you backward until your back hit the wall of the shower as he lifted your leg and wrapped it around his hips, opening you up to him. He dipped a finger into your core and was greeted with your slick. He let out a groan.

Fuck me.

She is going to be the death of me.

He was already so hot for you after watching you kill Tom, and he ached to bury himself inside of your heat and never leave.

What has this woman done to me?

I cannot get enough of her.

Fuck.

Dave slipped a second finger inside you and began to pump slowly, making you break the kiss and lean your head back against the shower wall. He began to trace circles over your clit with his thumb, and he could tell your knees grew weak, your body vibrating from the sensation. Dave felt your legs start to shake from the pleasure, and he held your leg up firmly, making sure to support your weight as he sped up his movements.

Dave added a third finger into your soaked pussy, knowing that you were close to your release, and curled them upward. Your body exploded in pleasure as it ripped through you like a freight train, eyes rolling to the back of your head and legs shaking. Dave leaned down and bit on your shoulder. The action made you clutch onto him for dear life as your legs finally gave out beneath you. He caught you and moved, so he was sitting on the bench as you straddled his lap.

“You want me to put a baby in you, baby girl?” Dave huskily said as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you as you whined and nodded.

—END FLASHBACK—

That was the night she had told me she loved me.

Dave’s heart fluttered at the tender moment you had shared. He remembered the way you looked lying in his arms after the passionate sex. The way your hair splayed out around your head, the slight wrinkle of your nose as he brushed some stray strands away.

He recollected watching you sleep, admiring your features as he relished at how perfectly your body fit into his, and the thought caused a warmth to spread from his core to his fingertips.

Then he recounted what had transpired after you had sleepily confessed your feelings to him.

The turmoil he had faced, unsure how he felt about you.

He knew that you had captivated him, placing him under a spell, but was still hesitant about giving you his heart. However, that hesitation had dissipated when he saw your interaction with the girls upon your return home, and Dave smiled as he let the memory sweep over him like a refreshing tide on a hot summer's day.

—FLASHBACK—

“Let’s get home,” Dave said as he pulled out of the driveway and began the journey home. He placed a hand on your knee to still you, knowing that you were anxious to get home and see the girls.

“Sorry, I’m just a little anxious to finally spend time with them after everything. Seeing them earlier wasn’t enough time,” you said. Dave nodded and took your hand in his, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“It’s going to be fine,” he said as he continued to drive. It felt like an eternity, but eventually, you pulled up to the house. Dave placed his hand on the small of your back as he guided you through the door, unabashedly admiring the curve of your ass as you walked.

Fucking hell.

I cannot wait to get her back into bed.

You both made your way to the kitchen and saw that Carol had already started on dinner while the girls sat at the table, Molly reading a book and Alice drawing a picture.

Carol looked up at the two of you as you entered and scowled at the sight of Dave’s hand on you but quickly hid it as he shot her an annoyed look.

Don’t you fucking dare act like a jealous bitch now, Carol.

He ignored her obvious displeasure and fondly watched as you made your way over to the girls. The shift in his demeanor was not lost on Carol, but another stern look thrown her way caused her to stay silent and return to making dinner. Dave’s gaze shifted back to you as the girls squealed and engulfed you into a hug.

“You’re back!” they exclaimed as you laughed and sat down with them. Alice held up a picture with a grin.

“I drew this for you,” she said as she pointed to the figures in the picture. There were four figures in it, and each one was labeled. Molly, Alice, Daddy, Mommy. Dave’s heart swelled at the idea that the girls already looked at you as a mother. He watched as you smiled down at Alice as you examined the picture.

“That’s beautiful, Alice,” you said with a tight-lipped smile, and Dave could tell that you were slightly uncomfortable since Carol was there.

“It is! I missed you so much that I drew a picture of our family!”

“I love it,” you replied. Dave stared at you with adoration and happiness, and you turned to meet his eyes with a smile. Your eyes shifted over to Carol, and he knew that she had a frown on her face from Alice’s admission that you were more of a mother to them than she was.

She brought this on herself.

He heard the woman clear her throat as she walked over to the other side of the counter and picked up her keys.

“I’m going to go,” she said as he took over making dinner, allowing you to sit and bond with the girls.

Fucking finally.

Dave ignored her statement, glad that she was finally leaving his house, but you looked over at her and kindly smiled. Your kindness oozed out, counteracting her negativity, and Dave was impressed with how gracefully you handled things.

“Have a good night, Carol,” he heard you saw as she exited the kitchen, and he smirked when he heard the front door slam shut. He looked back at you and stealthily studied your features as you interacted with the girls, the thumping in his chest growing louder as his thoughts wandered to what a future with you would look like.

—END FLASHBACK—

Dave opened his eyes as the image disappeared, moving to sit against the bed, and tilted his head to stare at the ceiling.

That was the night I told her that I loved her.

He began to grow stiff as he dredged up the carnal activates that occurred before his quiet proclamation of love to you.

—FLASHBACK—

“Strip,” he commanded, eyes filled with lust. “Slowly.”

You did as he instructed and began to take your shirt off slowly, giving him a show. Next, you unbuttoned your pants, turning around to wriggle it down your ass, giving Dave an eyeful of your plump behind. His pants grew tight as he watched you peel your underwear off and toss it over your shoulder at him before unclasping your bra and dropping it to the floor beside you. You turned back around to face him and saw him palming his hardening cock over his pants and had your panties held up to his nose, inhaling your intoxicating aroma.

“Sit,” he said as he walked towards you like a predator stalking its prey. You followed his command and sat down, eye level with his bulge.

She’s so obedient.

Fuck.

You looked up at him, awaiting more orders.

“Take out my cock and suck it like a good girl,” Dave demanded. You licked your lips and began to unzip his pants, peppering kisses on the outside as you did so. Dave groaned out at the action and watched as you finally got his pants undone and pulled out his cock, giving the tip a light lick. Dave was having none of that and grabbed the back of your head and shoved his cock into your mouth, causing you to choke on it, unprepared for the onslaught of his hard length hitting the back of your throat. Dave clutched onto your hair, bunching it up in his hands as he began to fuck your mouth harshly, barely giving you time to breathe.

“Oh fuck, I’ve missed this mouth so much,” he grunted as you swirled your tongue around him. He slowed his movements to give you a moment to breathe before he drove his cock back into your mouth.

Fuck, her mouth feels like fucking heaven.

He fucked your mouth at a fast pace, and he moved so that his other hand gripped the front of your throat. Dave let out a groan as he felt the bulge of his cock through the front of your neck and enjoyed the way your throat constricted around him.

“Suck that cock good, you dirty slut.” You moaned around him, and he felt the vibrations reverberate up his length and spread through his body. “Just like that.”

He released your hair as you continued to bob your head up and down on his length, moaning some more. You moved your hand down to your center, feeling it already soaked from sucking him off, and you slipped a finger inside and began to pump it in and out. Dave looked down at you, watching you fuck his cock with your mouth, and then saw the movements of your hand at your core. He abruptly stopped you and picked you up under your arms, harshly throwing you onto the bed.

“You think you can touch this pussy?” He gruffly asked as he ran a finger down your folds, pulling a moan from your lips.

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” you breathed out.

“Whose pussy is this, baby girl?”

“Yours, Daddy. All yours,” you squeaked out as Dave inserted two fingers into your heat and wiggled them.

“That’s right. You’re not allowed to touch this pussy unless I say so; you got that?” You nodded at his words and moaned as he added a third finger, quickening his pace. Dave felt himself grow harder, pumping his cock with his other hand, as he continued his assault on your pussy, and felt your walls clamp down around his fingers.

“Please,” you begged him as you watched him move his fist up and down.

“You want this cock?” You nodded at him, licking your lips as your eyes stayed fixated on his hands running up and down his shaft.

“Since you sucked my cock like a good girl, I suppose I can give it to you,” Dave said as he stopped his movements and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He made quick work of pushing his pants down his legs, kicking them off, then ridding himself of his shirt. His cock bobbed against his stomach, and he caught you greedily eying it.

Such a cock hungry girl.

Dave took hold of his hardened length and ran it over your folds, teasing your clit with the tip, watching as you whimpered impatiently and bit your lip. He gripped your thighs, lifting your legs, and placed your ankles over his shoulders before he promptly thrust himself into your leaking cunt, the warmth, and wetness embracing him with ease.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted out as he began a fast pace, watching as you writhed beneath him in pleasure. From the angle he had you, his cock was driving itself deep into your pussy, and he loved the way your tits bounced up and down from the force of his movements. He circled his hips as he pounded quickly into you and felt your walls convulse around him as you came.

Dave paid your orgasm no mind as he continued to rail into you, building another climax quickly. He bent his knees and pushed himself up and into you, hitting your g-spot, and you let out a shriek of pleasure as you tipped over the edge again. You quickly clamped a hand over your mouth in an attempt not to wake the girls, and Dave watched as your eyes rolled back. He stopped his motions and withdrew himself from you, placing your legs down onto the ground as you limply laid there, recovering from the two orgasms he had just pulled from you.

He walked over to the side of the bed, opening a drawer, and pulling out a bottle of lube before he walked back over to stand between your legs. He easily flipped you over, handling your body like a ragdoll, your chest resting against the bed, feet planted on the floor, as he popped the bottle cap and poured a generous amount of the liquid down your ass and spread it around your puckered hole with his finger.

Once he was satisfied that you were lubed enough, he eased a finger past your sphincter, slowly stretching you out. He added another finger shortly after and watched as your ass took them in with ease. Dave squirted some lube on his cock, rubbing his hand up and down the shaft, preparing it for your ass. He pulled his fingers out and pushed the head of his cock against your gaping hole, giving you a moment to take a deep breath before he slammed into you roughly, fully sheathing his cock inside. You muffled your scream by burying your head into the bed as he relentlessly pounded into your ass.

“You like Daddy fucking your ass?” Dave asked as he railed you hard, the tightness of your muscles bearing down around him.

Fuck, she feels so damn good.

She is so fucking tight.

“Yes,” you whimpered out as he kept up the brutal pace. Dave gripped your hips firmly and pushed his fingers in as he drew close to his precipice. He wanted you to ache tomorrow, knowing that he ravaged you like an animal, and he dug his fingers into your hips with vigor, slight bruises already forming. Dave loved the feeling of your tight hole around him as he drove himself into you and looked down to watch your ass hungrily swallow his cock. You were moaning so much, and Dave loved pulling such pleasurable sounds from you. He snaked a finger down and began to rub your clit and felt your climax wash over you.

That’s my girl.

You firmly gripped the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure ran through you, and Dave’s pace began to grow erratic. As your tight ring flexed around him, Dave threw his head back as his cock pulsed, balls tightening, and he shot white hot streams of his cum into your depths, painting your walls with his essence. Dave grunted at the force of his climax and fell on top of you, bracing himself on his hands as not to crush you with his weight.

Dave took a moment to reestablish his breathing before he extracted himself from you, walked into the bathroom, and grabbed a washcloth from the linen closet. He turned on the faucet, wetting the cloth generously before shutting it off and making his way back to you. He gently ran the moist fabric over your folds and between your cheeks, wiping away any excess fluids, and watched as you shivered and sucked in a breath.

Dave placed a gentle kiss on your lower back before picking you up bridal style and moving to the side of the bed. Bracing your body on his knee, he pulled back the sheets and placed you gently into the bed. Dave walked over to the other side of the bed and climbed in, laying on his side to face you. He brushed some hair away from your face before placing a chaste kiss on your lips, and you sighed against his lips. Your eyes slowly drifted shut, and Dave felt the corners of his mouth turn upward, happy to have you in his arms.

Right where she belongs.

Dave laid there watching you fall into a deep sleep as he stroked your cheek. The sight of you peacefully sleeping next to him in his bed made him ponder things. He thought about how he would protect you at all costs now that he had you back. He would never let you go or let any harm come to you ever again. He thought about how you had asked him for another child. He thought about what you had said earlier that day and how it made his heart jump when you said those three words to him. He felt his heart bubble with happiness as he finally embraced how he felt for you.

“I love you,” he whispered out, confessing his feelings into the night, knowing that they would remain unknown to you.

—END FLASHBACK—

Oh, my God.

Dave continued to stare at the ceiling, small white spots dotting his vision as he thought of how his heart had swelled at the admission that night.

Another collection of images flowed in front of him, and he began to recall where things slowly changed into more than sleeping together and hidden confessions of love.

Where it turned from mere lust into much more, and how he had made the steps to show you. However, the images also reminded him of where things had begun to go wrong.

—FLASHBACK—

The two of you sat at dinner, you clad in a silver gown with golden accents. You had looked absolutely ravishing that night, and the spread before you was simply not enough. Dave had a craving for more than the sustenance that the two of you were currently indulging in, but he held off his desire because he wanted to make things more than just wining and dining you and getting you into bed.

After dinner, Dave had elected to show you more of the beautiful city, bringing you to the plaza.

“Where are we?” you asked in astonishment. Dave internally smiled at how fascinated you were with the view, and his chest tightened with affection.

“We’re in Grote Markt, also known as the Grand Place,” Dave replied as he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your shoulder, loving the way you studied your surroundings. However, he was taken off guard when your eyes began to water, and you let out a sniffle.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he spun you around to face him. You shook your head, attempting to hold back your tears to no avail. “What is it, baby girl?”

“Nothing. I – I just – I’m just so happy, Dave,” you cried out as he took you into his arms in an embrace. Dave was worried that he had upset you, but hearing you say that you were happy made his heart flutter. He had planned out this whole evening to show you how much you meant to him, and seeing you get so emotional made him get emotional.

Fuck, she is amazing.

The profession of your feelings made him feel elated and on top of the world. As if he were floating in the clouds.

Dave held you as you sobbed in his arms, and he soothed you as best as he could. Even though they were tears of happiness, you were still bursting with emotion, and you had no idea how to handle it. You were overjoyed but were not sure how to accept that good things were happening to you. Finally, after a few minutes, you calmed down and looked into his eyes, fisting the lapels of his jacket, and leaned up for a kiss. He happily obliged and cupped the back of your head as you arched your back, and he dipped you. It was like a scene from a romantic movie. Once you broke the kiss, he stroked your cheek.

“Baby girl, you make me so happy,” Dave tenderly said. “Tonight, I wanted to show you just how much you mean to me, and I hope I achieved that. Even if it did end with you in tears.” You beamed at his words and shivered as you felt a slight freeze. Dave took notice, removed his jacket, and placed it over your shoulders, wrapping it around you. You slid your arms through the sleeves and let out a laugh at how big it was on you. You were swimming in his suit jacket.

“Let’s go back to the hotel. What do you say?” Dave asked as he took your hand. You nodded in agreement and began to walk. You made it several blocks before your feet ached too much in the shoes, and you resorted to taking them off and holding onto them. Dave watched as you bent down to extract your feet from such confines and rubbed your sore feet. An idea popped into his head, and he knew you would appreciate it. He bent down in front of you and tapped his back.

“Get up,” he instructed. You quirked an eyebrow at his offer.

“You know I’m in a pretty tight dress, right?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So, it might rip.” Dave let out a chuckle.

“Sweetheart, what makes you think it won’t end up ripped anyways?” You blushed at the implication before giving in and lifting your skirt to clamber onto his back ungracefully. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he held your thighs, repositioning his hands so he was gripping your upper legs, just shy of your butt.

The walk back to the hotel was about a half-hour, and Dave could not help but savor the way you felt as he carried you on his back the entire time.

God, I love this woman.

—FLASHBACK—

He waited in the lobby for a few minutes before he exited the building. He then snuck around to the back of the hotel to a service elevator, making sure to stay out of sight of any cameras. Once he entered the elevator, he pulled a glove over his right hand and pressed the button for floor sixteen.

It should be just about done right now, he thought as he glanced at his watch. The elevator stopped, and he made his way out and down the hall towards Susan’s room.

The door was ajar, and he walked in, careful not to make any noise or leave any trace that he was there. He went through the hotel room until he spotted her by the bathroom, sitting on the floor, propped up against the wall, breathing heavily. Her hair was in disarray; blood ran down her face from a gash on her head and seeped down into her shirt. At the sound of his footsteps, Susan looked up and saw him, relief flooding her face, and she exhaled a deep breath. He stepped over her legs to crouch down beside her, and she reached out to him, comforted by his presence. She was saved. Or so she thought.

“Did you get the chocolate?” she managed to mutter out through the pain. “Oh fuck.”

Dave grasped her hand and placed it on his knee as he pushed some hair from her face and neck, letting her continue to think that he was there as a friend. Her head rocked back and forth, her eyes closed, as she struggled to breathe, and he gently moved her face to look at him. He then lifted his hand away from her chin and clasped it over her mouth tightly, pulling a knife out of his pocket. Susan, eyes still closed, head still foggy from her wound, was unsure of what was happening. What event was about to transpire until it was too late.

She felt a weight over her mouth and realized that Dave had covered it, so she opened her eyes in confusion and let out a muffled scream as Dave skillfully, and without hesitation, drove the knife between her ribs and straight into her heart. The blade easily punctured the beating muscle, and Dave, pressing his forehead against hers, watched as she heaved out her final breath, her body falling limp within seconds.

Goodbye, Susan.

He withdrew the knife and stood from his crouched position, wiping the blade clean with a cloth before pocketing both items. He would dispose of them later once he was nowhere near the hotel. He stepped over Susan’s lifeless body and walked out of the hotel room, retracing his footsteps until he reached the service elevator, quickly reaching the ground floor and exiting the hotel. He stepped foot on the street and reached for his phone, checking your location once more. You had moved to a different boutique, and he gathered that you would not be back for some time. Dave thought for a moment, pondering what to do while you were off shopping, finally coming to a decision. He swiped over to the map app on his phone and looked for a specific store, seeing that it was about ten minutes away from him via cab. He memorized the address and hailed a taxi.

“Waterloo Boulevard 66,” he quickly stated to the driver. The man nodded before pulling away from the curb and navigated through the streets expertly. Dave drummed his fingers on his leg as they drew closer and closer to the destination, and he thought about his future purchase.

What size?

What type of metal?

What shape?

He wanted it to be something that you would really love and take your breath away, and he was willing to drop any amount of money to achieve that goal.

Once the taxi arrived, he paid the driver and slowly walked inside, an associate warmly greeting him. Dave already knew what he would be getting, but he wanted to be sure before making the purchase. He spent almost an hour at the store, mulling over all the different choices, asking questions about assorted styles and what made each one unique, before finally settling on one particularly beautiful piece. He purchased it without hesitation and soon waltzed out of the store, pocketing it away for safekeeping while throwing the knife and cloth into the trash outside the door.

Now to keep this thing hidden away from her.

—END FLASHBACK—

Dave squeezed his eyes shut, drawing in a sharp breath of disbelief.

What the fuck did I do?

How could I have done that to Susan?

He thought hard about the circumstances that had led to his decision to kill his friend in cold blood, and at that moment, his choices had made sense. He had felt nothing when he had punctured Susan's heart, but now, Dave felt a twinge of remorse, and in the back of his mind, he had an inkling that the decision to kill her had come back and bitten him in the ass in the most unexpected way.

If only I could remember.

As if the universe could read his mind, he was yet again forcefully pulled into another experience.

—FLASHBACK—

“You got fat, Dave.” Dave stopped in his tracks. Processing the voice. Unsure if he was just imagining things. He swung around, and his jaw dropped, astonished at the sight of his previous partner sitting on a bench. His former colleague that he had thought was long dead.

No fucking way.

He stood frozen, rooted to the spot in disbelief, as the man stood up and walked over to Dave, throwing his arms around him. It finally registered in Dave’s mind that this was real, and his old partner stood before him. It was not a phantom. It was not his mind playing tricks on him. Robert McCall was indeed there. Alive and well. In the flesh. Dave returned the embrace, shock still running through him. It felt like he had been hit by a train. A very large, very fast-moving train.

“It’s good to see you,” McCall said to Dave. Dave nodded, still unable to speak as they strode over to the bench and sat down. Dave studied McCall, taking in his appearance. This man was supposed to be dead. He watched him get buried under the rubble.

“I was in the lobby…When that bomb went off,” Dave said, looking down at the ground, recalling the memories of the day he watched his partner disappear, presumed dead. “Looking right at you…When that hotel came down on us. You were there, and then you weren’t.” He glanced at Robert before turning to gaze at the lake in front of him.

“Wasn’t my day,” McCall replied, looking at Dave, some guilt evident on his face.

“I went to your funeral,” Dave said as he leaned on his knees, hands clasped in front of him. “Grieved a long time over you.” He felt a hand clap him on the back comfortingly. Then the thought dawned on him.

Susan must have known.

She and McCall were always good friends.

“Susan, she knew?” he questioned. McCall’s silence was answer enough. “I was your partner for seven years. Kept nothing from you.”

“I’m sorry, Dave,” Robert replied, “I am.”

“I never had a chance to say how sorry I was…. About Vivienne,” Dave voiced sadly, feeling sorry for the loss of McCall’s wife. “You still at the beach?”

“Not in a long time.”

“Well, I got me that cabin,” he stated with a chuckle. “Take the wife and kids up a couple times a year.”

At least I used to.

“Wouldn’t have any of it…. If it weren’t for Susan.” Dave’s voice slightly broke, he was friends with Susan, and it did sting a little that he had to kill her in cold blood. But he needed to protect himself.

“Life got…. dark,” Dave continued, meeting Robert’s gaze. “She talked me off that ledge I was heading over.”

“Probably over a bowl of soup,” McCall replied with a chuckle. Dave lightly laughed, recalling that Susan did, indeed, do just that.

“I owe her my life.”

“You ever talk to the boys?” Robert asked him, prying for more information. Dave shook his head; he had a feeling that McCall was trying to get answers, and he would not give it to him. He needed to keep pretending that he was oblivious to all of this.

“No, not for years,” Dave lied, knowing full well that they still worked together, but he could not let McCall pick up on that. “Hell of a team we were, right?” He watched as McCall scratch his head.

“She never pushed a button, Dave?”

“Who?”

“Susan,” Robert said as he rubbed his face. “On the elevator. She never pushed her floor number. I checked all the video. Backpackers got on first. They pushed number 16. She didn’t have to. They knew what floor she was on.” Dave began to worry.

Fuck, if McCall is looking into this now…

Fuck fuck fuck.

It’s only a matter of time before he figures it all out.

Shit.

“They find them?” Robert asked, looking up at Dave.

“Pieces of them,” he replied with a slight shake of his head. “Couple of tweakers with sheets as long as my arm. My good arm anyway.” Dave added as he rubbed his nose.

“Gas explosion. At least that’s what they’re calling it.”

“What do you call it?” McCall probed.

“Tying up loose ends,” Dave replied, eyes slightly shifting in nervousness, but he portrayed it as if he were thinking. Robert pulled out a piece of paper, unfolding it.

“Autopsy report. Stab wound. Two millimeters. The lower third rib,” he pointed out.

Shit.

“Close quarter technique,” Dave answered, knowing exactly what it was.

“Exactly. That was taught,” McCall stated. “This was no robbery. Something else went on in that room.” Dave looked at the other man and shook his head.

“Mac, whatever it is, whatever you need…. I’m in,” Dave replied, offering his services, knowing that he would, again, have to get someone else off his trail.

I cannot catch a fucking break, can I?

Motherfucker!

“I know,” Robert replied with a nod.

“Same mud,” Dave said, holding his hand out.

“Same blood,” the other man replied as he placed the paper into Dave’s hand and shook it. Robert got up and began to walk away.

“I’ll stay in touch,” he said, and Dave nodded, certain that McCall would reach out soon.

Goddammit.

Son of a bitch.

Motherfucker!

Curse after curse ran through his head as he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Resnik.

Dave: We have a fucking problem. McCall is fucking alive and looking into the Brussels contract.

Resnik: What? Are you fucking kidding me?

Dave: Find me someone to take care of him. Cleanly. Again. We cannot afford to let him find out that we were behind the hits.

Resnik: On it.

—END FLASHBACK—

Mac was alive?!

Mac was fucking alive?!

What the fuck?!

Dave’s mind was jumbled. His friend and former partner was alive, and he tried to wrap his mind around that thought, the pain intensifying as the events of what happened after their initial meeting came to him in an unpleasant series of happenings.

—FLASHBACK—

As Dave took a seat on the table and began to say something to one of the techs, his phone began to buzz. He pulled it out of his pocket, not recognizing the number.

“York,” he answered, lifting the coffee cup to his lips.

“Dave,” came Robert’s voice, causing him to place his coffee cup back on the table, and his eyes hardened.

What does he want now?

Dave signaled to the others that he needed a moment and walked out of the conference room.

“Listen, the gun…Next to Calbert was on his right side,” McCall said as Dave shut the door.

“He was right-handed. Why?”

“His wife was shot by somebody left-handed. Somebody else was in that room.”

Son of a bitch, Kovac.

Why the fuck did you have to use your left hand?!

Small fucking details.

Of course, Mac would pick up on that.

“Powder residue came back from a latex glove,” Dave stated as he took a seat on the windowsill. “Twenty thousand euros were found in the backpackers’ flat.” Dave saw a man walk down the hall and enter the conference room.

“Hey Bob,” he greeted, the phone still held up to his ear.

“Dave,” the other man replied.

“Those guys were set up,” he finally said into the phone.

“Right, Agency assets are taken out all the time. Opposite side loves sending a message. Why stage it?”

“They didn’t know he was one of ours,” Dave explained.

“Susan was about to figure out who was in that room. That’s why she was killed, Dave. The two were connected. I’ll get back to you when I know more.”

“Keep me posted,” he replied before hanging up. His mind was spinning. At this point, McCall would undoubtedly be able to figure out that Dave was involved. The man was too good at his job to not. Dave sent a message to Resnik one more time.

Dave: Do we have someone to take him out?

Resnik: Yeah. It turns out McCall drives Lyft, so it’ll be easy to get someone close to him. It is set up for tonight.

Dave: Good, make sure he gets it done. No more fucking mistakes this time.

—FLASHBACK—

Dave was nervous. He kept checking his phone and watch obsessively, waiting for a message from Resnik about McCall. They had sent someone after McCall last night, hoping to take him out, but had yet to hear from the man. Carol was busy getting snacks ready for the girls while Dave thought about his asset’s lack of communication.

“No crust either,” he heard Molly say. “Mom?”

“Eat up, sweetie,” Carol replied.

“Mom said I have to go to the dentist. She never has to go,” Alice whined from the table.

“The gardener?” she asked Dave, and he ignored her, checking his watch.

“Grapes,” Molly said. “Can I have a treat?”

“You know where the grapes are!” Alice sassed. Dave let out a sigh as he set his cup of coffee down and turned around to open the freezer.

“Oh, my godddddd,” he groaned. “My life is so hard. Here’s your grapes.” Molly let out a laugh at his antics.

“What?” Molly asked as he handed her a Ziploc bag to put the grapes in.

“Come on. Show me what you can do,” he said, gesturing to the bag and grapes.

“But…Seriously?” Molly asked, grumpy that she had to put the grapes into the bag herself.

“Seriously,” Dave replied as he walked over to Alice at the table.

“Come on,” Molly mumbled as she put the grapes into the bag one at a time.

“Hi, baby,” Dave said as he pressed a kiss to Alice’s head and sat down at the table beside her. “Mommy made a nice map.” Referring to you helping her this morning with homework.

“A, Maine. Very good,” Dave said as he studied the drawing. “B, New Hams…. New Hamster.” Dave paused, looking at the words. He looked at his watch and called after Carol. She had gone to check on who was knocking on the door but had yet to return.

“Carol? Who is it? Carol?” he called as he turned back to Alice and pointed out her mistake. “It’s New Hampshire, not “Her Hamster.”

“But I like it as “New Hamster,” Alice said with a pout.

“Okay, leave it “New Hamster,” Dave replied as he gave in to his daughter. He heard footsteps and turned, seeing Carol walk in with none other than Robert McCall.

Ah, fuck.

This motherfucker just will not die, will he?!

“The front doorbell is broken,” she stated. “Your old Army buddy was at the back door for five minutes.”

“Actually, I was his team leader, seven years,” Robert said with a smile.

“Oh my…I’m so sorry, I must have forgotten…This is,” Dave sputtered out. “Got the days mixed up. This is Robert. This is Carol.”

“Hi, my pleasure,” he greeted, shaking her hand.

“Hi. Pleasure to meet you,” she replied. “These are our daughters, Molly, Alice.”

“Come here. Say hi to –“ Dave said as Alice got up to say hi.

“Make yourself at home,” Carol said.

“Thank you,” Robert replied with a smile.

“Call him Mac,” Dave said. “Do you want some coffee?”

Son of a bitch.

“No. I’m fine, thank you.”

“Sorry about the mess. We were – “ Carol began.

“No problem,” Robert replied. Dave was inwardly twitching. McCall was not supposed to be here. He should be fucking dead right now.

“I gotta get these two off to school,” Carol finally said. “Girls, let’s go. Out of these pajamas.” Robert held out his hand for the girls to high five, and they met his hand with a slap as they left.

“Robert, nice to meet you,” Carol said as they walked out of the kitchen.

“Oh, my pleasure,” he replied. Dave ran his hand through his hair, not sure how to handle the situation.

“Sit down. Come here,” he said to Robert, gesturing to the table. “You all right?”

“Yeah. Yeah.” Mac replied, taking a seat at the table. Dave looked at the doorway, hoping that you would not walk into the kitchen. “You got a beautiful family.”

“Thanks. What’s going on?” Dave questioned, feigning concern as he took a seat next to Mac at the table.

“I took this off the guy who tried to kill me yesterday,” Mac said as he pulled a phone out of his pocket and set it on the table.

Clearly, he fucking failed at trying to kill you.

“It’s like you said, they’re cleaning up. Everybody’s who’s looking into the Brussels hit. Nobody’s safe. You, your family, nobody.” Dave looked around as he picked up the phone, running his hands over the screen, seeing the numbers and letters.

“That’s military-grade encryption. You should take it to your office, run the numbers. Check the names against passenger manifests in and out of Brussels in the days surrounding the flight,” McCall continued. Dave turned the phone over in his hands. “Whoever we’re looking for made calls to that phone.”

“I’m on it. I’m on it,” Dave replied as he tucked the phone into his jacket pocket. He glanced at the doorway again before checking his watch, feeling McCall’s eyes on him. He turned back to Robert and watched as the man pulled out his phone and hit the screen a few times before Dave’s phone began to buzz next to him.

Fuck fuck fuck!!!!

Goddammit.

Dave was seething. He was beyond livid. His lips formed a frown on his face as he looked up to meet McCall’s gaze boring into him.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Dave,” Robert said, staring Dave down. “You gonna answer it?” Dave could not speak. He tried to form words, unsure of how to answer.

Mac knows the truth.

He fucking knows everything.

Fuck.

“What happened, Dave?” Mac asked. Dave pulled his buzzing phone out of his pocket and pointed it at the man, annoyance all over his face.

“You died,” he replied, pressing the phone to his lips before dropping the phone angrily onto the table with a sigh. “That’s what happened. Three months after you disappeared government shut us down. I went private right after. Doing the same things you and I did for God and country. Killing names on a piece of paper. Only now…Now there’s a price next to them.” Dave shook his head.

I can’t believe I have to justify myself to this fucking prick.

“We killed the enemy,” Robert replied.

“Who said they were the enemy?” he retorted. “Not us. Not me. We just followed orders.” Robert continued to stare at Dave silently, sizing the man up.

“Mac, there are no good and bad people anymore. No. No enemies. Just….” Dave trailed off. “Unfortunates.”

“And Susan?”

“Unfortunate,” he replied with a lick of his lips as he stood up and pressed his hand to his forehead. “No one knew the Brussels contract was a deep agency asset. Susan was gonna figure out who was in that dining room. She was the only one who could have, right?” Dave’s mind flashed back to the memory of finding Susan’s beaten and battered body in the hotel room. The feeling of sinking the knife into her heart. The way the light left her eyes as she let out her final breath—the lack of remorse he had for the action.

“Until you crawled out of your grave,” Dave spat out. “Susan worked in a dangerous world, Mac. Could have happened anytime by anybody.”

“But it wasn’t anybody; it was you.”

“Just…” Dave held up his hand to stop Mac. “You spare me that righteous bullshit, all right? You do what you have to do, and you move on.”

“There’s no moving on from this, Dave. We gotta pay for our sins.”

Easy for you to say, you’ve been hiding out, making everyone think you were dead, you asshole.

“What about you? Do you deserve to die for yours?”

“Hundred times over,” McCall replied.

“Ah, all right. Well, guess what,” Dave seethed, “there is no sin. No virtue. It’s just shit people do. They trained us to kill people and risk our lives doing it. And then one day, you get a call saying they’re done with you. ‘Thank you for your service; here’s a plaque.’ You need a job? Good luck. You need medical insurance? See the VA.” He clenched his fist in anger, recalling how he and his team were tossed out like garbage, expendable garbage.

“One day, you’re an asset. The next, you’re a fucking afterthought.” All the anger and hate Dave felt for what happened to him was rising to the surface. All the risks he had taken for the sake of his job, given to him by the fucking government, all thrown away without so much as a thank you from them. “It was a natural evolution. It’s who we were. It’s what we did. It’s what you did. Now it’s what we do.”

“We?”

“It’s not just me, Mac,” Dave paused and looked at Robert. “It’s all of us. Ari, Resnik, Kovac. All of us.”

“Family,” the man retorted with a shake of his head. Dave nodded and stood up, indicating Mac to follow him. They waltzed outside and across the yard towards a silver Toyota 4Runner, Dave holding out his hand to tell the guys not to worry as they stepped out of the vehicle. Ari, Resnik, and Kovac stepped out to greet their former team leader.

“Gentleman,” Robert greeted.

“Mac,” Resnik replied. “Pretty good for a dead guy.”

“We all want you to know; none of this is personal,” Dave said, resting his hands on his hips as he turned to face Mac.

“What you do and become is not my concern,” Mac stated. “The world is full of so-called men like you. And in a perfect world, everything we do comes with a price. But this it ain’t a perfect world. People do bad things. If you’re lucky, you get a chance to set it right. But most of the time, it goes unpunished. This ain’t one of them times.” Robert held his head up high as he looked at each of the men. Dave narrowed his gaze at the man, fighting back the urge to kill him right there in the street.

“The mistake you made was you killed my friend. So, I’m gonna kill each and every one of you. And the only disappointment is that I only get to do it once.” The boys looked at Robert, each of them with an unreadable expression.

“Train’s gotta go. Alice has music practice at 7:45. Hey, Ari, fellas!” Carol greeted as she made her way outside with the girls. “Robert, hope to see you again.”

“Nice to meet you too!” he replied. Dave kissed his hand and raised it to the girls, his expression turning dark right after as he looked at Mac.

If we weren’t out in the open, and my daughters were not right there, I would fucking kill you right now, Mac.

“Dave said you could give me a lift to the station?”

“Help and company? Let’s go!” Carol happily replied. Robert grinned at them as he began to back away towards Carol and the girls.

“See? Help and company.” Robert made finger guns at them as Resnik’s eyes flickered to Dave and rubbed his hands. They all watched as McCall joined Carol and the girls, all wondering how this was going to play out. Dave watched as the car drove off, and he kept his composure while the vehicle was in sight. As it turned a corner and left his field of vision, his anger broke loose.

“FUCK!” he shouted, causing Resnik to flinch. “We need to take care of this motherfucker. Kovac, find out where he fucking lives. We are going to take him out tonight. In the meantime, Resnik, Ari, take care of Brian.” Each of the men nodded as they set about with their given tasks. Dave turned on his heel and marched back to the house, seeing you looking out the window.

Fuck, this is not going to be good.

—END FLASHBACK—

Oh god. Mac had found out.

Mac had found out and threatened to kill them for what happened to Susan.

And he had every right to.

Dave felt a numbness crawl up his legs, paralyzing and trapping him, as another cluster of events hit him.

—FLASHBACK—

“What is it? What’s going on?” you inquired, worried about Dave’s state of mind. “Speak to me, Dave. Who was that man?” He looked at you, and his hardened eyes softened. He knelt at your feet and grasped your hands in his before he took a deep breath.

“That man was my old partner, Robert McCall. The boys and I thought he died seven years ago, when a building collapsed on him, but apparently not,” he began to explain, his voice filled with nothing but distaste for the man. “He found out about the Brussels hit and Susan.” Your eyes widened.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that he made it personal and threatened to kill myself and the boys,” Dave admitted, letting out a breath. Your head began to spin. You felt your chest tighten in fear. The uneasiness you had been feeling lately finally coming to the surface.

“What are you going to do?” you whispered out. “Are you going to kill him too?”

“Yes,” he confessed. “I have no other choice. Mac is a loose end, and I have to take him out before he takes us out. Otherwise, I’m going to be looking over my shoulder for the rest of my life, and I don’t want that. Not for the girls. Not for you.” Tears brimmed on the corners of your eyes. You squeezed his hands and nodded, acknowledging that he was left with no other option. He had to do what he had to do. He had to kill someone yet again—one more time. In order to protect himself, protect his family.

“Make sure you kill the bastard and that he stays dead this time,” you said with resolve, and Dave felt his cock twitch at your anger toward Mac and your statement to kill the man. You stood up and went over to the nightstand, pulling the envelope out and walking back over to Dave. You took a seat back on the bed and gingerly handed him the envelope. “But promise me, no matter what, that you’ll come back. Come back to me. To us.” Dave opened the envelope and sucked in a breath. He felt his heart pound in his chest as he gazed down at the little black and white photo he held in his hands. He looked up at you and met your watchful stare, tears now streaming down your face.

“Is this – is it really?” he spoke, unable to get the words out properly. He was in disbelief. He had hoped for this the last several months, and here it was, his hopes come to life, literally. You nodded your head at his question, holding back a sob. Dave got up and pulled your face to his, kissing you, pouring all the passion he had into the kiss. He wiped away your tears as he took a step back, handing you the photograph. You looked at him confused as he disappeared into the closet for a moment. Dave reemerged with his hand behind his back and knelt back down at your feet, this time on one knee instead of two.

“I – uh – wanted to do this at a better time, and I know the timing is probably all fucked up, but I’m going to have to leave tonight to handle things with Mac and me – I want to do this before I go,” he said, voice breaking slightly, his resolve wavering.

I could stay here with her.

Stay with our child.

But Mac will stop at nothing until he kills me.

So I have to kill him first.

He pulled his hands out from behind him, and your breath hitched. In his hands nestled a small blue box, the silver words “Tiffany & Co.” written on it. More tears spilled out as he opened the lid, and you could no longer choke back a sob.

“I know I have not been the best at expressing my feelings for you. I was hoping that the first trip to Brussels conveyed that, but I wanted to solidify it with you and tell you upfront. I love you, baby. I love you so much, and I want to marry you once this is all over. I fucking promise that I will marry you.”

“I – I love you too, Dave,” you sputtered out, letting out another sniffle at his admission. You knew he rarely expressed his feelings like this. He had never spoken the words to you, but you had picked up on his actions over time. He took the ring out of the box and held it up.

“Sweetheart, will you marry me?” You nodded your head vigorously as he took your hand in his, and you watched in awe as he slid the ring on with ease. It was a perfect fit. You admired the giant princess cut diamond that was framed by a pavé set diamond band. This rock is probably at least a two, if not three, carat diamond. You had been admiring rings that were like this one for some time, and now you had one that rested on your finger. One that promised you to Dave, signifying the love you both held for each other. You pulled Dave to you in a heated kiss, arms thrown around his neck as he cradled your face in his hands. You never wanted to let go, never wanted the moment to end.

“You better fucking come back to me, David York,” you demanded with a whisper as you pulled away, resting your forehead against his, eyes pleading.

“I promise.”

—FLASHBACK—

“I would never leave you or the girls,” he replied as he pulled back, not giving you what you desperately wanted. “Or our little one. Ever.”

“Good, because you promised,” you breathed out, wiggling your hips, causing the head of his cock to drag along your opening, just out of reach.

“I did, and I’ll say it again,” he breathed into your ear, gently biting it, before driving himself home with a single thrust. You let out a loud gasp as you felt his girth stretch you out, loving the fullness of it. “I promise.”

“Oh, Dave!” you exclaimed, feeling him pull out of you and slowly push back in. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby girl,” he groaned, burying his head in your neck. “I love you so much.” He drew back inch by inch and slowly sank into your core. He held your hip with one hand, bracing himself with the other, as he continued his leisurely pace. He loved the tightness of your walls wrapping around him. As Dave sheathed himself fully into you, he stilled, cock throbbing in your heat. Your whimpers of pleasure spurred him on as he unhurriedly pulled out of you and then plunged in with a harsh thrust. Dave never wanted the moment to end. He never wanted to leave the comfort and love that surrounded him.

“I will come back,” he murmured, grinding his hips into yours as he hit deep into your core. “I fucking promise.” You nodded and turned your head to catch his mouth in a kiss. He shifted, so he was braced on both his hands as he looked down at you, love and passion in his eyes. He moved the two of you into a seated position without breaking the both of you apart, a feat not easily done.

His arms circled your back, keeping you close, as he stared deep into your eyes. Dave lifted you off his length slightly before bringing you down, hitting a different spot inside of you, eliciting a loud moan. He repeated the motion, driving himself deeper with each upward push, and then angled his hips, striking that magical spot. His grip on you tightened, and he let out a grunt as his cock throbbed and released his essence inside you, the tightening of your walls pushing him over the edge. If his seed had not already taken root, it surely would have with that.

“I will return,” he vowed, drawing your lips to his as he felt rope after rope of his cum paint your walls. You hummed against his mouth, and he shifted. He pulled out of you, your mixed fluids leaking when he released you and turned you over onto your hands and knees. “I will always come back to you.”

“I –,” Dave cut off your words as he sank into you with a hard snap of his hips, taking you off guard. He had just finished, yet he was still rock hard, body craving more of you. He set a brutal pace, relentlessly drilling his stiffness into you. You gripped the comforter, meeting his hips with yours, as he pounded you from behind. He pushed your head down, cheek resting against the bed, as he slanted your hips up and began to rail harder into your leaking center. The sounds of your bodies meeting, the slap of his balls against your clit, your moans and his groans, the sloshing of your wetness around his cock, filled the room, echoing against the walls.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted out, feeling his balls tighten as he grew closer to the precipice. “I fucking – *thrust* - promise - *thrust* - that I will - *thrust* - come back and - *thrust* - fucking marry you.” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the endless pleasure he was giving you. His words further fueled your desire and need, his continuous onslaught to your pussy overwhelming you.

“Ugh – D – D – Dave,” you cried out as he circled his hips, quickening his pace.

“I promise - *thrust* - I will fucking - *thrust* - put - *thrust* - another baby - *thrust* - into this - *thrust* - perfect cunt.” At his declaration, he sank into your soaked core one final time, pulling you up against his chest, and gripped your breast, emptying the last of his cum into you, some of it dribbling out and down your legs. His climax triggered your earth-shattering orgasm, and you let out a wail, hand grasping his, as your legs shook uncontrollably. An intense flood of pleasure washed over you, and you collapsed onto the bed with a huff.

“I – I – fuck,” you heaved out, struggling to formulate words, your mind in a haze. “I fucking love you.” Dave let out a chuckle, tossing himself onto the bed next to you, and pulled you to his side, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, sweetheart. And I promise you; I will return,” he vowed. “No matter what.”

—END FLASHBACK—

Holy fuck.

Holy fucking shit.

That was when I proposed.

And found out about the baby.

And I still fucking left!

Dave sat there, rooted to the spot, a crushing weight on his chest as he thought about what he had done.

Then, as he contemplated the rashness of his actions, another stream of pictures appeared.

—FLASHBACK—

“Pull over here,” he instructed, and Kovac turned the wheel to stop the car, Ari and Resnik following their lead. As they pulled off the road, he took out the ultrasound photo, as well as a picture of you that he had hidden in his pocket, and longingly gazed down. I will come back, he vowed, bringing the photo of you to his lips. Before exiting the vehicles, each of the men strapped their gear on, donning bulletproof vests, serrated steel knives strapped to their legs. They each holstered 9mm Glock handguns, grenades, both stun and fragment, and finally their AR-15 rifles, all with extended magazines packed with high-velocity rounds. They were armed to the teeth with all that weaponry that you would think they were going to war. And in a way, they were.

Against Mac.

Against their former friend.

“Clear the alley. Mac’s house is back there,” he yelled as they split off into two teams and began to survey the land and structures. Resnik and Dave walked down the road, Resnik taking point, as Ari and Kovac checked a house. He heard them breach the door and throw a stun grenade inside, a BANG piercing through the gusts of wind.

“Making entry, yellow house,” Kovac said into the radio. Then, a moment later, Dave heard him speak into the walkie again. “All clear. Coming out.”

They kept moving along the dirt road, coming up on more houses.

Where the fuck are you hiding, Mac?

Finally, Resnik and Dave paused at the corner, and Resnik motioned towards a tower.

“Taking high ground,” he said, going around Resnik, through the fence, toward the tower. He arrived at the door and walked up, throwing his weight against the door. It flew open with a thud, and birds flew out, causing him to move and let them out. He ducked inside and began to climb the stairs, two at a time, before reaching the top. He spotted the door that led to the rooftop and scaled the ladder, flinging the metal cover open. He dropped his backpack onto the ground by the opening, climbed up, pulled the bipod down for his rifle, and settled himself into the prone position. He looked through the scope, keeping an eye on the boys, as he caught a figure in the corner of his eye running by them.

“I got movement, 12 o’clock,” Dave spoke into the walkie, alerting the team to Mac’s presence. Kovac turned and fired off two shots, missing McCall as he hit behind a shed. “Kovac, move in.” The man followed his order and pursued Mac.

“Ari, what’s your sitrep?” He asked.

“Locking down, south side,” Ari replied as he knelt by the fence. He continued to watch through his scope as Kovac disappeared around the side of a building.

“Making entry, north side,” the man said into the mic before they heard another BANG of a stun grenade. A moment later, they heard gunfire and then silence.

“Kovac. Kovac!” Ari yelled into the radio as he saw the point of a harpoon break through the wall. “Kovac, come back!”

“Shots fired! Shots fired! I’m going in. Going in,” Resnik shouted as he stood up and approached the building Kovac had entered.

Fuck.

Fuck!

“York, you got eyes on him?” Ari asked.

“I see him,” he answered, watching Resnik through the scope.

“Making entry, north side,” Resnik stated as he followed the path Kovac took. Dave watched as Ari stood up and moved positions to cover Resnik. “Kovac’s down. He’s gone.”

“Say again,” he asked, unable to hear Resnik over the slapping of the wind.

“Kovac. He’s down. He’s fucked,” came his teammate’s reply.

Fuck!

“Push towards the ocean,” he commanded. “Repeat, push towards the ocean.” He kept an eye on the two remaining men as they split up, walking down the alleyways between houses. With each passing moment, his irritation grew, especially when he spotted Mac’s silhouette run past a house.

“Ari. Resnik! Somebody talk to me,” he demanded over the radio.

“Ari’s down! Ari’s down!” He heard Resnik yell into the coms. “And Mac made a fucking mess of him!”

Fuck!

He is picking us off one by fucking one.

His anger turned into rage. He was not going to let Mac take them down.

“There are pictures of Susan everywhere,” Resnik continued, panic beginning to take hold. He could tell that the man was starting to grow frantic, especially seeing the photos of Susan. “He’s picking us apart, man! I need fucking eyes!”

Mac is playing a fucking mind game with us.

Son of a bitch.

He is getting to Resnik.

He watched as Resnik made his way out into the open, and he shifted his position to get a better visual of the last remaining man on the ground. Then, a transformer on a pole exploded in front of him, and he lost sight of Resnik, unable to see through the smoke.

“Goddammit!” he cursed.

Fuck you, Mac.

Fuck you.

“I’m on the southwest corner of the yellow building,” he heard Resnik state. “I got a blood trail. Looks like he’s headed across the main drag.”

“Rear of the bakery!” He yelled out as he stood up and changed positions.

He’s fucking using his dead wife’s bakery.

Sick fuck.

“Copy that.” He watched as Resnik sprinted across the street towards the bakery, checking his corners carefully.

“Move inside, Resnik. Move inside.” A storm of bullets unexpectedly hailed down around Dave, and he ducked, hearing the shots ricochet against the tower railings. Finally, the gunfire stopped, and Dave poked his head up in time to see an explosion rip through the bakery and McCall’s figure run across the street. He trained his sights on the man and fired but missed and instead shattered the truck’s mirror beside him.

Shit!

He tracked Mac’s movements and fired again just as the man ducked behind a building.

“Resnik, do you copy?” Silence greeted him. “Resnik! Come back!” He spotted Resnik’s mangled body on the ground, torn open from the blast.

“Fuck!” Dave knew he had to face Mac alone now.

“Just me and you, Dave. Nobody’s left,” Robert taunted through the radio, probably taken off one of the fallen men.

“Not exactly,” he spat back as he stood up and surveyed his surroundings. “Remember what you taught me. Always have a contingency plan.” He was becoming restless from the cat and mouse game the other man was playing.

He was toying with him.

As if Dave was nothing but a child.

—END FLASHBACK—

So that’s what happened; how they died.

Mac fucking took us out, one by one like we were nothing.

He played us like pieces on a chessboard.

He had us dancing around like puppets on a string.

We walked right into the wolf's lair without even realizing it.

Dave was shocked, not expecting things to have turned out the way they did, but he should have known. Mac had always been better at everything, having taught Dave everything that he knew.

But Dave had been impulsive. Letting bloodlust cloud his thoughts and caused him to make mistakes.

Mistakes that he had gravely paid for.

I should have been smarter. I should have never gone up against Mac.

—FLASHBACK—

“Come on, Mac. Show yourself,” he demanded. He crouched against the railing, using it to steady his weapon. He aimed at the car he had arrived in and fired off a bullet, hitting the hood. “I don’t know who the kid is or if he means anything to you. I took the chance that he matters.” He stared down the scope, keeping his one eye trained on the vehicle, the other keeping an eye out for Mac.

“I’ll make it simple. Step out, show yourself, and I won’t kill the kid.” Again, he squeezed the trigger, this time hitting the side of the car. He let out a sadistic laugh. “The wind makes it interesting!”

Now it’s my fucking turn to toy with you, Mac.

My turn to take what matters to you.

“Side mirror,” he called out, as if it were a game, letting another bullet loose, the mirror shattering from the impact. “Two more. Third one goes to the middle of the trunk.” He paused as he picked his next target.

“Taillight,” he called. Another round fired, this one missing slightly. “I was a hair off on that one. I might have hit the kid.” He looked around the area, trying to spot Mac, but no luck.

Son of a bitch!

Just show yourself, you asshole!

“All right! Time’s up, Mac!” He aimed at the trunk, but as he pulled the trigger, a gunshot sounded, and the car sank; a tire popped, which made him miss, shattering the back window instead.

Fuck!

“Nice move, Mac. But it’s not gonna make any difference!” He got up and began to sweep the town, using his sight to find his intended target.

“Where are you, you son of a bitch?” Suddenly a strong gust of wind took him off his feet, flinging him back, losing the grip on his rifle, and the back of his head hit the railing. He fell and grabbed his head in pain.

Fuck!

He turned over and looked at the sea below him, waves slapping loudly against the rocks.

“Fuck you, Mac!” Fury coursed through Dave as he stood, picking up his rifle, looking through the lens, growing frantic with each passing second. “Fuck you! You couldn’t save your wife! You couldn’t save Susan! And you’re not gonna save this fucking kid!” He attempted to provoke Mac with his words, trying to get his elusive adversary to show himself.

I will fucking kill you, motherfucker!

I will kill you!

“Is that in your playbook? Is that in your fucking playbook?!” he angrily shouted as he continued to sweep the area. “Show yourself!”

Out of nowhere, the barrel of his rifle was grabbed, and an elbow collided with his face, knocking him to the ground.

There he fucking is.

He tasted copper in his mouth, and spat the blood out, and grabbed the knife from his hip. He lunged at McCall, swiping at him, the man easily dodging his advances. He swung up at his former partner’s face, and Mac ducked down, carefully avoiding the knife. Mac landed a punch to his face and knocked him off balance. Dave lunged again, and the other man effortlessly caught his arm, using Dave’s weight against him, and skillfully flipped him onto his back. Dave landed with a thud but rapidly recovered, swiping at Mac’s leg with the blade, finally landing a solid strike. Blood flew out of McCall’s leg, and Dave proceeded to punch him in the face.

That’s right, motherfucker!

Fuck you!

Dave went to jab Robert’s side, but this time the man caught his wrist, grabbing the knife out of his hand, using it to slash at his palm. He let out a scream of pain as Mac discarded the blade, and Dave used that chance to grab the other man by the shoulders and kick his stomach. Mac retaliated by picking him up and throwing him, both men losing their balance and falling to the ground. Their training allowed them to regain their footing swiftly, and they resumed their attacks on one another. Dave was growing tired from the fight, breaths coming out labored, energy slowly dwindling, but his thirst for vengeance motivated him. As Mac kicked his knees and shins, pushing him up against the railing, Dave thought of what was waiting for him at home.

She is waiting for me to come back.

Our baby is waiting for me.

I have a promise to keep, goddammit!

Fucking fight back!

With that thought, Dave managed to push himself away from the railing and grab Mac’s head, pushing the man down as he moved his foot upwards into his ribs. However, Robert caught him in a grapple and launched them both to the ground once more, but this time Dave recovered faster. He punched Mac in the kneecap and speedily moved to get behind him, pulling the man into a tight chokehold. He began to squeeze the other men’s throat, cutting off his air supply. Dave applied more and more pressure as he tightened his arms around Mac’s neck.

Just a little more!

I have to beat him!

Iam going to beat him!

Dave felt Mac’s hand frantically reaching for his face, and he moved as much as he could from his current position. The technique to immobilize his opponent was an effective one, but it also limited his ability to maneuver his head away from prying fingers. Mac dug his fingers into Dave’s left eye without warning, pulling it out of the socket, effectively gouging him. Dave wailed in agony and released his hold. Mac slammed his elbow into Dave’s face and knocked him back, taking the opportunity to grab the discarded knife a few feet away. Dave was disoriented from Mac’s last attack but pressed on, despite his injury, fury fueling his wrath.

I will kill him!

I will fucking kill him!

He tried to punch Robert, but his arm was caught, and he felt a slash across his chest. Mac continued his assault, slashing and hacking at Dave’s body, a slice here, a slice there until he fell to his knees in defeat. The man used that moment to drive the knife into Dave’s torso, penetrating his chest cavity with little to no difficulty. Dave looked up at his opponent in surprise.

No.

I can’t lose.

Not like this.

Fuck, not like this.

Mac stared down triumphantly at his former comrade, completely emotionless, before sinking the blade into the back of the beaten man’s neck and moved it to the side. Blood spattered out, painting the ground around them, and he hunched forward, struggling to breathe, unable to move.

I.

Have.

To.

Fucking.

Get.

Up!

He thought as he gasped and felt Mac’s foot on his shoulder. His body fell from the tower, landing on the rocks with a hard thud. His leg was contorted into an unnatural position, the bone protruding from the side. Whatever breath he had lingering in his lungs escaped him, and his head throbbed, his ears ringing from the hard impact. Suddenly he found himself floating, peering down at his torn and mangled body that laid bloodied and broken.

He looked up at the dimly lit sky, feeling the cold waves crash over him, numbing the pain that ebbed out from the numerous wounds littered across his damaged figure. Then, as the waves drew out his ragged and battered form to sea, he saw your smiling face, and his heart completely shattered.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

I’m not going to make it home, and I won’t be able to keep my promise.

Please forgive me, sweetheart.

I love you. I love you both so so much…

Those were Dave’s final thoughts as the light gave way to darkness, and the image of you faded away.

—END FLASHBACK—

Dave felt tears well up in his eyes. His throat grew taut, each breath feeling like he was swallowing pins and needles from the revelation that he had put you through so much the last several months.

Yet you had stayed.

You had stayed and suffered in silence.

He loved you but had forgotten.

The mother of his child.

The woman he had planned a future with.

Dave stood up and moved to pick up the picture frame of the two of you. He held it in his hands, stroking the wooden edges, as he finally let the tears fall, the droplets splashing onto the cool glass. A million thoughts raced through Dave’s mind as he soaked everything in, the sudden onslaught of flashbacks becoming almost too much for his psyche. All the lost memories had hit him so fast that only a few minutes had passed, but it had felt like hours. He held onto the frame but moved to pick up the ring and began to twirl it on his finger, sadness filling his heart.

Dave choked out another sob when he realized that you had carried your son alone and had endured it all without him. Every bit of the pregnancy. Every appointment. Every emotional breakdown. Every event that the two of you should have shared. He had missed the first time you heard your son’s heartbeat. He had missed the first kick. The days of morning sickness. The random cravings you would have had in the middle of the night. He had missed it all. All that time had been lost, and he could do nothing to get it back. And for what?

He had left you alone to recklessly pursue a selfish vendetta and had paid the highest price for it. A price that was not worth it one bit.

He pondered how you must have felt when you saw him after all those months alone. All those months thinking he was dead, and he had not even remembered you. Instead, he had asked you who you were and then asked for Carol. He had treated you so harshly and had broken you, and yet you swallowed your despair and accepted that he was lost to you but had decided to stay.

Dave regretted everything.

All the pain.

All the anguish.

All the hurt that he had inflicted upon you.

He then thought back to the day that Frankie was born, and his heart further shattered. He had been there for the birth. He had held his child in his arms. Dave had been there for such a monumental moment and had been utterly clueless about it. It all suddenly made sense why you had been so hesitant to answer his questions. Why you had been so cautious when telling him about Frankie’s father.

Fuck.

I even had the audacity to ask her about that.

He now understood why you had asked him for privacy when filling out the birth certificate.

Dave was devastated. He could not stop staring at the evidence before him, caressing the photo of your smiling face with one hand and fidgeting with the ring in the other. The images of everything that had transpired would not leave his mind, and he felt so many emotions.

Remorse.

Guilt.

Sorrow.

Disappointment.

Shame.

His heart was aching, and he continued to silently cry as he looked over at his son’s crib.

My son.

Our son.

Dave sat there on the floor, chastising himself for everything. He was disgusted with himself for forgetting you. Forgetting the woman he immeasurably loved. If he could turn back time, he would. He would go back and undo all the damage he had caused. He wanted to lash out at himself desperately.

How could he have done all those things without a thought to you and your future? How could he, a man of discipline and meticulousness, have not thought about the possible consequences of his actions? How his decision would affect what mattered most to him, his family?

It all made sense at the time.

I was doing what I needed to do.

At least, what’s what I thought.

Deep down he knew that he was still the same man from before, but the last few months had molded him into someone else. He wasn’t just Dave, the heartless mercenary who was blinded by money, power, and selfishness, killing his friends with no remorse or a without a second thought. He was someone different. Someone who would learn from his mistakes and be better.

I need to be better.

For her.

For my family.

His heart thundered in his chest, nails digging so deeply into his palms that they left indentations, almost deep enough to break the skin. His body quivered with anger, and he grit his teeth, his self-control wavering, and it took everything in him not to bash his head into the wall. Dave could not stop the gut-wrenching guilt that raked through him.

She had done nothing to deserve this.

She should not have gone through any of this.

What am I going to do?

He was suddenly drawn from his thoughts when he heard your bathroom door open and the soft padding of your feet on the carpet.

“Dave?”

You were more relaxed than you had been in a long time. The heat of the water had soothed the tense muscles in your body, and you relished in the peace it offered.

I could stay here forever.

You closed your eyes and drifted off for a moment before you opened them and looked at your phone, noting that you had been in the bath for longer than you had thought.

I should probably get out before I begin to prune.

You sighed as you pulled your body out of the water that had started to cool and wrapped a towel around yourself, using a smaller one to dry your hair. You opened the bathroom door and began to walk out but abruptly stopped at the sight before you. Dave was leaning up against your bed, a picture frame in his hands, silent tears streaming down his face.

Oh, fuck.

“Dave?” you asked in concern, taking an uneasy step towards the man. Something was wrong. Gravely wrong, and you held your breath as you approached him. “Are you alright?” Dave’s head snapped up at the sound of your voice, puffy red eyes greeting you. His tears streaked across his cheeks as he looked away and back at the picture, shaking his head.

“I remember,” he whispered. “I remember everything.”

Your breathing hitched as he spoke, unsure if you heard things correctly.

What?

“Wha-what?” you croaked out, eyes wide, heart loudly thumping in your chest. “Yo-you remember?” Dave slowly nodded as he stood up. He set the picture frame down on the nightstand as he strode over to you, eyes filled with endless amounts of emotion, but one stuck out from the rest, making your heart leap.

Love.

The spark of affection was back, and you gulped, uncertain if this was reality or just a dream conjured up by your mind to cope. While you were grappling with yourself, Dave slowly approached until he towered over you, causing you to tilt your head up so you could meet his eye. He gingerly took your hand, and the warmth that radiated from the contact made your head spin. Your eyes became glossy as he lifted your palm to his lips and placed a tender kiss to the center, making you inhale sharply.

His gaze met yours, and time seemed to slow as he brought the silver band to your finger and slipped it on, right where it belonged. You shuddered at the action, and several tears fell from your eyes as he grasped your hand in a tender but firm grip, as if he were afraid you would withdraw from him and disappear. His eyes glistened as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead before drawing you into his arms tightly.

The dam broke, and you began to weep into his chest, body uncontrollably shaking. Dave buried his head into your hair, inhaling your scent, as he let his own tears fall. You fit perfectly in his arms, and he released a heavy breath as he thought of how he had almost lost you. The two of you stood there for what seemed like an eternity before pulling away and staring into each other’s eyes. The air was thick with tension as it eventually dawned on you what was really happening.

He remembers.

Oh, my God.

He remembers!

The waterworks resumed as Dave took your face into his hands, bringing his mouth down to meet yours. The sweet caress of Dave’s lips against yours sent a shiver down your spine, and you grasped onto his shirt for dear life, your knees wobbling from the intense passion behind such a simple act.

Tears streamed down your face and merged with his as you held onto each other, the rest of the world melting away.

In that moment, it was just you and Dave.

A man whose love for you ran so deep that it blasted through the barriers of his broken mind.

A woman whose love for him was so profound that the hope of him remembering was enough to keep the pain at bay.

And remember, he finally did.

Your lost souls had weathered the storm and ultimately found their way back to one other.

Your two hearts that were once broken were now mended and beat as one.

Two halves of a whole reunited at long last.

You fit together like two puzzle pieces, and all the strife and sorrow you had both suffered faded away as you savored the moment.

Dave deepened the kiss, pulling you tighter against his chest if that was even possible. You let out a whimper as you felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip before softly nipping at it, his hand coming to rest against the back of your neck.

Running out of breath, you pulled apart, chest heavily heaving, and you looked up at him. His eyes were blown, pupils dilated, engulfing his irises in black. The look in his eye made you weak at the knees, and as he drew his gaze downward, you were swiftly reminded that you were clad in nothing but a towel.

Oh.

You held the cloth firmly against your body, nervousness suddenly chilling your bones.

What happens now?

You both stood there in silence, watching one another, before Dave’s voice cut through the air.

“I am so sorry, sweetheart. I am so fucking sorry.” His voice quivered, hands steadily shaking at his side, when he unexpectedly fell to his knees, arms circling your legs as he rested his head against your stomach. “I never should have left. I should never have gone after Mac. I should have stayed.”

Sobs filled the room as Dave clutched onto your form. You looked down at him in surprise and sadness. This man was showing you a different side of himself – a side that you had never seen.

Vulnerability.

The man that you knew to be cold and calculating, who rarely showed more than he needed, was at your feet, heart laid out before you. The only time you had seen him in a state remotely close to this was the night he had proposed to you and promised he would return. The night before he had disappeared. Now, he was on the ground, exposed and begging for forgiveness from you. You stood frozen, taking in his current state before you finally moved your hands to run them through his hair.

“I forgive you,” you choked out, your voice trembling with emotion. “Dave, I forgive you.” His cries began to subside, and he glanced up at you, double-checking that you meant your words. You gave him a soft smile and leaned down, planting a reassuring kiss on his lips.

“I know I can’t reverse things, but I swear to you that I will do everything I can to make up for it,” he announced. “I promise you that I will make things right.”

Without warning, the moment was cut short when a shrill cry pierced the room. Frankie had woken up. You took a step forward, going to soothe your son, when Dave stood up and held out his arm, stopping you. You looked at him in confusion before realizing what he was going to do. He gracefully moved to Frankie’s crib and picked up the upset baby, and you turned into a puddle of goo as you watched him begin to rock his son in his arms, softly cooing at the child to calm him.

“Hey, little guy,” Dave whispered as he cradled Frankie, rubbing the baby’s back as he swayed back and forth. “I’m your daddy.”

Then, as if Frankie sensed who Dave was, his wails quieted, and he opened his eyes, looking up at his father. You felt a tingle spread throughout your body as you took in the sight before you, and heat crept up your cheeks. After a few moments, Dave looked at you and motioned to his son.

“I think he’s hungry,” he said as he glanced down to catch Frankie curl his tiny fingers around one of Dave’s. He waltzed over as you took a seat on the bed, delicately passing you the little bundle. You took Frankie into your arms and loosened your towel, exposing your breasts to Dave’s watchful eye. He turned away to give you privacy when you let out a chuckle.

“It’s okay, Dave. It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” you teased, shaking your head in amusement. Dave’s face turned red, and he awkwardly cleared his throat, still getting used to the fact that he remembered everything and that you were really there, cradling Frankie against your chest, nursing him tenderly.

Dave felt his pants grow tight as he took in the image in front of him. The fact that you had carried and bore his child did things to him, and his heart began to race at the prospect of claiming you once again. He felt slightly guilty for feeling this way while watching you hold your son, but what could he do. After all, he was just a man, a man with needs and desires, and it had been far too long since he had felt you around him.

After a moment, Frankie had fallen asleep, still latched on to your breast. You quickly removed and burped him before gently handing him off to Dave. He placed his son back in the crib, making sure that the child was fast asleep and would be for the rest of the night before turning to you, catching you wrap yourself in the towel once again. His eyes burned with want, and you gulped at the predatory look on his face.

Dave looked at you before he strode over, taking your hand in his, and pulled you out of the nursery. He tugged you down the hall and flung the door to his room open, kicking it shut behind him before swiftly whirling around and pressing you up against the wall, caging you between his muscular arms. His gaze burned into you, sending a jolt of electricity down to your core as he bent down and captured your lips in a searing kiss.

The room suddenly felt too hot, the intensity between the two of you increasing tenfold, and you gasped into his mouth, allowing him to slide his tongue in and meet yours. Your whole body tingled as your tongues battled for dominance, and you moved your hands to the back of Dave’s head, firmly fisting his hair. He let out a groan at the action and shifted his hands to your hips, pushing his growing erection against your moistening core. You felt wetness pool out as he released your mouth and moved to one side of your neck, grazing his teeth over your pulse. You let out an erotic moan as he began to lap and suck on the spot and maneuvered a knee to spread your legs, loosening the towel on your body.

Then, without warning, a hand grasped the edge of the cloth and was impatiently whisked away, exposing your naked figure to the air. The sudden movement caught you by surprise, and you gasped as Dave grasped a breast in his hand, giving it a light squeeze before he dragged his lips down your throat, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. As he finally reached where his hand rested, he captured your sensitive nipple in his mouth and gave it a suck, drawing a wanton moan out from you.

“D-Dave,” you breathed out and tightened your hold on his hair. He removed his hand from your breast and ran it down your side until he slipped down to your core. He grazed his fingers over your opening, letting out a hiss as he felt how wet you were.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” he growled, the deep rumbling of his voice sending another wave of slick down your thighs. You grabbed his shoulders, head lolling back, as he dipped a finger into your heat. “I’ve fucking missed this pussy so much, baby. I told you I’d come back for it.”

His words sent a spike of pleasure through you, fire flowing through your veins, as he slipped another finger, curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot. You climbed higher and higher as he pumped them in and out of you, the squelching of his digits sliding into your center driving you closer to the edge. You trembled as he switched to your other breast, enclosing the nipple into his wet mouth as he flicked his tongue back and forth over the peak while he pressed the heel of his palm against your clit. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting out a whine, and felt your knees begin to buckle as he sped up and applied more pressure to your sensitive bud.

Dave, sensing your impending orgasm, withdrew his fingers and let go of your nipple before he sank to the floor, placing your legs over his shoulders and settled his hands on your ass, widening your legs in the process. He pressed his nose against your mound and basked in the mouthwatering evidence of your arousal, letting out a groan as he stuck his tongue out and licked a stripe over your opening before leisurely delving inside of your dripping channel. You arched your back, shuddering from the sensation, as he eased his tongue out slowly and began to trace your soft lips, occasionally nipping here and there.

“Ugh – D – Dave,” you whimpered, head thrown back against the wall, fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Please.”

Your begging spurred him on, and he grinned against your pussy.

“Please what?” he teased, slowly thrusting two fingers into your canal as he tantalizingly began to circle your clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Please let me come!” you begged as your legs began to shake and your vision blurred. Dave ceased his movements and pulled away, looking up at you with a smirk.

“Baby, it’s been too long since I’ve tasted this delectably pussy, and I plan on taking my time.”

You looked down at him, eyes pleading, but he shook his head and returned to devouring you, lapping at your juices like it was his last meal. He drove his tongue deeper into you as he pressed his nose against your swollen button, and you braced a hand on the wall while squeezing his shoulder harder. He continued his assault, replacing his tongue with three fingers and wrapping his lips around your clit, and sucked.

You writhed against his mouth, eyesight going fuzzy, sweat beading down your body, as your climax rolled over you, sending a rush of liquid out to meet his tongue. He growled against your pussy, the vibrations reverberating through your body as he carried on and relentlessly charged his tongue into you, setting a quick but rhythmic pace. You let out an animalistic cry, chanting his name over and over, as another wave of pleasure quickly cascaded down your body, sending a surge of ecstasy through your veins.

“You naughty girl. Who told you that you could come?” Dave questioned while releasing his hold on your center, and slowly set you down on the floor as he stood. You struggled to stay upright, chest heaving with each breath, legs weak from the onslaught you had just undergone. And it was just the beginning. You gazed down at the obvious bulge Dave was sporting and licked your lips, anticipation building as you slipped your hand downward to palm him through his pants. Dave sucked in a breath and pulled your hand away so he could swiftly pick you up.

“Not so fast, love,” he tutted, and you pushed your bottom lip out, giving him a pout. He chuckled and leaned forward to gently nibble on your lip before drawing you in for a kiss. You wound your arms around his neck and slid your tongue into his mouth as he quickly strode to the bed and unceremoniously dropped you onto the soft fabric. You scooted up the bed until your back hit the headboard and intently watched as he removed each article of clothing, exposing more skin to your hungry gaze.

In a blink of an eye, Dave was finally naked, cock standing at attention, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and your mouth began to water. You parted your legs, crooking a finger at Dave, and he licked his lips as he stared at your dripping pussy, eager to be buried inside of you after so long. Dave wasted no time and crawled up the bed until he hovered above you, hands resting on the bed beside your head, and he ground his hardness against your slick center, drawing a purr from your lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so damn wet,” he grunted as he took his cock and rubbed the tip against your slit. “You all wet for me?” You sucked in a ragged breath and nodded as he teased you, spreading your juices around the head of his cock and down the shaft, coating it until it glistened with your wetness. You fisted the sheets and pushed your hips up, patience wearing thin, but Dave pulled back.

“Dave, please!” you whined and wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to draw him inside of your heat.

“Please what, baby girl?” he taunted, shifted his body to drag his cock against your clit. “What do you want?”

“I want you. Please!”

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” he urged while slipping a hand between your bodies and rubbed your clit with the pad of his thumb.

Throwing your head back, you bit your lip, hissing as he pressed his thumb harder against the nub and eased three fingers into you.

“I want you inside of me.”

“I am inside of you, sweetheart.” Your body was throbbing with want, and your walls contracted around his fingers in earnest. “Tell me what you need.”

“Fuck! I need your cock inside of me, dammit! Please!”

Without warning, Dave replaced his fingers and thrust his hardened member into your drenched canal, driving himself home and filling you to the brim, his balls coming to rest against your cheeks.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled into your ear, feeling your walls welcome him in with no resistance, your pelvic muscles holding his length in a vice grip. “Fuck, you feel so good, baby.”

Dave held himself steady, basking in your warmth, the feeling of your tightness almost too much for him. You attempted to rotate your hips, needing some kind of stimulation, but he sank his weight down on you until you laid trapped beneath him, unable to move. Dave held your gaze as he ever so slowly withdrew from you, and you whimpered at the loss. The whimper turned into a moan when he once again pushed into you, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he bottomed out, his pelvis slotting against yours perfectly.

Fuck.

You squirmed at how full you were; the feeling of his rigid member impaling you caused the blood to rush to your head, and it had only been two thrusts. Dave looked at you, drunk on lust and need, and began to gyrate his hips in a tantalizing rhythm. Your hands flew up to grip his back, running your nails down the taut muscles and keened. Dave reached down and grasped your chin, turning your head to capture your lips with his. His tongue parted your lips, and you greeted him enthusiastically.

As he kissed you, he wrapped his arm around your neck and held you against him as he quickened his tempo, sending sparks of electricity up your body. Dave’s hips sank into yours continuously, in and out, in and out, in and out, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head with each stroke. You were in heaven, the two of you getting lost in each other’s bodies as if time did not exist. Your mouths remained together until Dave shifted his hips, allowing him to slide deeper inside of your aching center, and you cried out as he hit that magical spot inside of you.

“Dave! Oh, God!” His chest rumbled with a primal groan as he sped up, repeatedly striking your g-spot, and you raked your nails down his back, marking the skin with red stripes.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, plunging into you feverishly. “I could stay here forever.” Dave trailed kisses down your neck before latching onto a spot and sucking a dark purple love bite into your flesh. The pleasure multiplied, threatening to spill over, as you undulated your hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, releasing wails of satisfaction as your bodies met over and over again. Dave’s pace began to grow erratic, his speed faltering as he quivered above you. Every push of his cock into your dripping heat drove you closer to nirvana, and with one final stroke, your body finally erupted in ecstasy.

You saw stars as shocks of lightning bolting down every nerve, your walls squeezing his rigid length firmly while you tipped over the edge and fell into pure bliss with a wail. You trembled uncontrollably, hands scraping down his back, almost piercing the skin, as a wildfire raged down your body, searing everything in its path. Dave let out a strangled cry as you tightened around him, barreling him into an earth-shattering orgasm. His balls constricted, and string after string of his cum painted your walls with steams of white. He pumped you so full that some of it leaked out, sliding down your thighs and onto the bed, creating a small puddle on the soft fabric.

Your chest heaved as you attempted to catch your breath, but Dave gave you but a moment of respite before flipping you over onto your stomach and suddenly snapped his hips forward, slamming his still hardened cock into you. You collapsed into the pillows from the force of the unexpected intrusion, and you squeaked in surprise. Your hands scrambled to hold onto something, anything, as Dave drilled into your wet center with unrelenting thrusts.

He twisted your hair around his hand and tugged, propelling a blaze of fire through your bones and straight to your core, a rush of pain mixed with pleasure blowing through you. With his other hand, he gripped your hip, digging his fingers into the supple tissue so hard that you knew there would be a bruise there tomorrow. Dave plunged into your pussy, again and again, while your pelvic muscles clenched tight around him. He pounded into you like a wild animal, ferociously claiming your body as his, his movements never ceasing.

“Ah! Dave, yes! Yes! Don’t stop,” you shrieked, the pressure quickly bubbling to the surface, threatening to spill over. You pressed your forehead against the bed as Dave shifted your hips, lifting your ass higher, and slipped deeper into your center. You pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, as he stretched your walls. He circled his hips once, twice, three times, hitting that sweet spot within you, and you snapped, thrown into another bout of euphoria.

You fell against the bed with a light thud, your mind frazzled from the intensity of your climax, but Dave was not done with you just yet. He propped your hips up, ass in the air, as he grabbed the soft curves and spread your cheeks, watching as he sank his thick cock into you once more. You moaned at the sensation of him parting your folds and let out a string of curses when his hand crawled between your legs, his fingers performing a delicate dance over your swollen and sensitive clit.

“D – D- Dave! I – I can’t handle any more!” you cried; the pleasure so overwhelming that it was driving you mad.

“Yes, you can, baby,” he reassured you, pressing against your button harder. “I know you can.” You shook your head, the overstimulation pushing you closer and closer to the precipice.

“Please, Dave. Ah – ah!”

“Let go, sweetheart,” he cooed into your ear, planting a kiss below it before running his tongue up your neck. “Come for me. Come for me, my love.”

“Fuckkkkk!” His words drove you over the cliff, and you plummeted into another mind-blowing orgasm. Your body glistened with a thick layer of sweat, your hair in disarray, as wave after wave crested over you, drowning you in blistering heat. You were soaring, flitting through the air on cloud nine, and you never wanted to come down.

Dave continued to pound into your dripping slick canal, vigorously chasing his high. He hammered into you, the slapping of skin and your combined moans echoing through the room, and Dave toppled over the peak and cascaded down into paradise with a grunt. You milked the last of his cum from him, draining him dry, and he finally collapsed in a heap next to you.

You both laid there, drunk on each other, basking in the afterglow of your reunion. Dave drew you into his arms, settling you on his chest, and tangled your legs together. He planted a tender kiss on your forehead and began to mindlessly trace patterns on your side, content and happy to have you in his arms once again.

“I’ve missed you so much,” you whispered, breaking the silence. Dave hummed and tightened his embrace, the corners of his mouth turning upward, gracing his face with a smile.

“I promised you I’d come back, didn’t I?” he stated. “It just took me a little longer than I originally planned, and for that, I’m sorry.” You rolled your eyes with an unamused pout, and Dave glanced down to meet your gaze.

“Not funny, David,” you scolded, pinching his side. His expression softened, and he nodded, understanding that this was no joking matter.

“I truly am sorry,” he breathed out, a frown now on his face as he thought of what he had put you through, guilt beginning to seep in once again. “I will be making it up to you for the rest of our lives. That is if you’ll still have me?” You looked at him with large eyes, surprised by his statement and the uncertainty laced in his voice.

“Of course,” you replied with a grin, holding up your ring-clad hand to admire it. “You do have a promise to uphold after all. Flowers, chocolates, and back massages would be a good start to making up for everything, don’t you think?” He chuckled and squeezed your rump before kneading the soft flesh.

“Whatever you want, honey,” he answered, closing his eyes with a shake of his head, and drifted off to sleep. You nuzzled his neck, gently kissing it, before shutting your own eyes and, for the first time in a long time, drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

You were drawn from your slumber when the sun’s rays peeked through the window, flooding the room with warmth. You opened your eyes and found yourself trapped beneath a warm body, an arm slung over your waist and a hand on your hip. You craned your neck and noted that the mysterious figure was faced away from you, but the recognizable mop of dark hair made your heart race.

So, it wasn’t a dream.

It really happened.

He remembers.

Grazing your fingers across your lips, you reminisced about the previous night’s events, and a deep blush spread across your face. Dave had been insatiable, ravaging you like a wild animal in heat, the slight ache between your legs testament to his stamina and hunger. You silently laid there, listening to his breathing, and your mind began to wander.

What happens now?

How are we going to tell the girls?

“I can hear your thoughts from all the way over here,” Dave mumbled, his voice still laced with sleep, as he turned to rest on his side and look at you. “What’s on your mind?” You shrugged, and he brought a hand up to run his fingers through your hair, drawing the tangled locks away from your face.

“Just thinking about how we’re going to tell the girls,” you eventually answered, letting out a heavy sigh.

“Are you worried that they’re going to be upset?”

“No…. I – I don’t know…. I still feel like this is all a dream.”

“I feel the same way, but it is real. I’m right here, and I swear that I’m not going anywhere ever again.” He leaned forward and pressed a reassuring kiss to your lips, while making a silent vow to himself.

Never again.

No matter what happens, I am never going to leave.

I will not make that same mistake twice.

Things have to change.

I have to change.

“The world would have to end before I ever break that promise to you.”

“The first time was enough. My world ended the day you didn’t come home, and we thought you were dead,” you muttered. “So, this time, you better keep your damn promise. Otherwise, I’m going to hunt you down myself.”

“Is that right, sweetheart?” he teased with a wide grin, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m not sure you’re qualified enough for that.”

“Uh, excuse me? I carried and pushed your watermelon of a son out of me, so I’m pretty sure that makes me qualified enough to kick your ass,” you retorted with a glare.

“Whatever you say, baby.” Dave chuckled, giving you another kiss as he slid out of bed and waltzed to the bathroom. Your eyes were firmly glued on his naked ass, the sound of a clearing throat snapping you out of your daze. You met Dave’s gaze and bit your lip, having been caught red-handed.

“Are you going to join me, or are you going just to sit and stare at my ass all day?” Rolling your eyes, you untangled yourself from the sheets and made your way to the bathroom, poking his side as you walked past him and into the shower.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute, David. Now hurry it up before Frankie wakes up and the girls get back.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

The shower ended up taking longer than you planned because Dave had decided to have an early morning snack, defiling you against the shower walls like an uncontrollable beast until the water grew cold. You had chastised him for distracting you from getting things done even though it was still very early, and you had yet to hear Frankie through the baby monitor. Dave struggled to keep his hands to himself as you got dressed, but eventually, you made it downstairs to officially start the day.

Dave was enjoying a cup of coffee at the dining table, Frankie cooing quietly in his arms while you made waffles when the girls came home. They threw the door open excitedly, Mel slowly trailing behind them, shaking her head at how much energy they had at such an early hour, the lack of sleep evident in her eyes.

“Morning,” you greeted her, handing her a cup of coffee as the girls went to greet their father with a hug.

“Morning,” she grumbled, rubbing her eyes, and taking a large gulp of the steaming brew.

“How was everything last night?” you asked, chuckling at the glare she shot you.

“Fine…. Until the three of them decided that they wanted to eat all the sugar right before bed.”

“Oh, boy. No wonder you look so drained.”

“Tell me about it. They didn’t go to bed until midnight and were up at the ass-crack of dawn.” You laughed and shook your head at her, handing her a plate of waffles and syrup as you made your way to the dining table.

“Girls, why don’t you get washed up and have some breakfast?” Molly and Alice nodded, washed their hands, and retrieved plates and utensils as they returned to the table. You held up a warm bottle, motioning for Dave to hand Frankie to you, but he shook his head and took the bottle instead. Mel’s eyebrows shot up, observing the unusual interaction between the two of you, and she gave you a confused look.

You shrugged and sipped your coffee while Dave nursed Frankie to sleep, your heart fluttering at the sight. You grew weak at the knees when Dave set your son in the playpen with a kiss on his forehead, and it took all your self-control to not throw the man down on the ground and mount him right then and there. With a shake of your head, you made a plate of waffles and then moved to sit at the table, pushing those lustful thoughts away.

However, before you could take a seat, Dave grabbed your waist and placed you on his lap with a grin. The girls were too preoccupied to notice the events unfolding before them until you gasped in surprise, and their heads snapped up at the sound.

“Daddy?” Molly questioned, eyes darting between the two of you in confusion. Then, after a moment, you regained your bearings and gave them a soft smile.

“Girls, your daddy remembers,” you slowly said, stomach swirling in anticipation. Everyone in the room froze, taking in the news. Mel was gaping at you, mouth ajar in astonishment, while the girls' eyes widened with excitement.

“Really?!” they exclaimed, hands flying up to their mouths when they remembered that their brother was asleep in the room. The two of you nodded, and the girls beamed, rushing over to hug you.

“I remember everything,” Dave continued. “And I am so sorry that I haven’t been here.” Your eyes turned glossy, tears threatening to spill, and you had to choke back a sob as the girls gazed at you both.

“Does this mean that we’re a family again?” Alice asked nervously. A droplet slipped down your face at her words, and Dave tenderly wiped it away, nodding at her question.

“We are.” They began to cry and tightened their hold, and out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mel slowly slink away, signaling that she was leaving to give you privacy, and you gave her a grateful smile. After a moment, the girls pulled back and looked up, water cascading down their cheeks, and Dave was no different, eyes glistening with unshed tears. Suddenly, a cry broke through the air, and the four of you glanced at Frankie, seeing him thrashing in his sleep, threatening to wake.

“Go on and finish your food. We’ll talk some more later,” you stated, pecking the girls on their heads while wiping their eyes dry. They went back to their seats, quietly sniffling and resumed eating as you rose and went to scoop your son into your arms, slowly rocking him back and forth. Dave stood and pressed a kiss to Frankie’s forehead, repeating the motion with Molly and Alice, and went to refill his now empty mug.

You watched the scene before you, drinking in the familiarity of it. You took the time to memorize the blissful picture of domesticity, from the way Molly and Alice were huddled at the dining table, chatting quietly amongst themselves, to Dave’s relaxed posture as he leaned against the kitchen island watching everyone. He had a far-away look in his eye, and you caught his gaze, a sea of emotions swirling in the surface, ultimately replaced by the twinkle of his love for you.

You finally had your Dave back.

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