frustration.
“She left home 20 minutes ago after
I told her you brought in the big guy for murder and he cremated the body in
the woods. She’s bringing them food,” he admitted.
BJ sighed in relief as she headed
back into the holding cell area and saw Traze and Nik facing each other as if
they were talking. Only they weren’t saying a word.
“You heard that I’m supposed to
hold you for military authorities. If there was ever a time to talk, it’s now-before
they get here. Are you military? Are you mercenaries?” BJ asked, still hoping
Nik would talk to her.
She knew it was crazy but she could
feel a connection with him. She knew he wanted to talk to her and didn’t
understand what was preventing him from doing so. All she knew for sure was
that her heart didn’t believe he was a bad man, and she had an urge to protect
him—from what she didn’t know, but she had a really bad feeling about the
notice on the computer.
“You want us to talk to someone who
called their momma? Are you fucking serious?” Traze asked throwing his arms out
dramatically.
“Gods damn you, shut up, Traze!”
Nik roared in frustration.
He had way too many people talking
in his head, and he didn’t need Traze and his mouth complicating things
further. It was far too late for lawyers and dealing with it quietly, and as
happy as he was that he’d be out of the cell soon, he was a little surprised to
find that he wanted to learn more about the pretty cop too.
“Traze? Another interesting name,”
BJ noted, bringing Nik from his thoughts.
“Fuck,” Nik whispered.
“And you tell me to shut up!” Traze
growled out as he rounded on Nik.
“Oh, hell! BJ!” Mojo called out.
BJ only had time to turn to the
office door before a beautiful, tall, thin black woman breezed into the holding
cell area carrying two large brown bags.
“Momma! What the hell! You know the
protocol!” BJ grated out from gritted teeth.
Bess Markson, BJ and Mojo’s mother,
stopped just inside the holding cell area and dropped the brown bags the moment
she saw Nik and Traze, the contents bursting across the floor. She clutched her
hands to her chest and took slow, measured steps to Nik’s cell.
“Momma?” BJ asked curiously as her
mother ignored her.
BJ turned when Mojo came in the
room and shrugged her shoulders at his confused look before turning back in
time to see Nik smile and lean towards her mother’s outstretched hands.
“You’re really here,” Bess
whispered as tears sprang into her eyes.
Nik smiled at the energy that enveloped
him the moment the beautiful woman had come into the room. Nik felt a rush the
moment her fingers touched his cheeks. Even Traze was struck silent by the intensity
and power that surrounded them when the elegant woman walked into the room.
“It is good to see one of my mate’s
people. He would have loved to see this day,” Bess whispered in Nik’s mind.
Nik’s eyes widened, and he stared
into the same beautiful hazel eyes that BJ had.
Bess smiled and pulled her hands
from Nik’s face.
“It is our gift to remain
unnoticed. We have no beast marks in our eyes, and our energy remains
completely hidden unless we want others to feel it,” Bess explained at his
unspoken question.
“Momma, what the hell!” BJ ground
out in shock.
Bess turned to her daughter and son
with a beautiful smile.
“Bessemiah, Jeremiah, these are
your father’s people. The Valendrans,” Bess said, leaving the entire room
staring at her with their mouths open.
Unfortunately, Traze was the first
to recover.
“Bessemiah? What the hell kind of horrible
name is that? I thought it was Blow Job,” Traze said.
Everyone watched in shock as Bess
threw her arm out, and Traze was slid across the floor and thrown into the bars
on the opposite side of the cell. He screamed out in anger as he kicked his feet,
and his arms flailed as he tried to break himself of the invisible hold.
“Child, although you cannot hear
your brother at the
“She left home 20 minutes ago after
I told her you brought in the big guy for murder and he cremated the body in
the woods. She’s bringing them food,” he admitted.
BJ sighed in relief as she headed
back into the holding cell area and saw Traze and Nik facing each other as if
they were talking. Only they weren’t saying a word.
“You heard that I’m supposed to
hold you for military authorities. If there was ever a time to talk, it’s now-before
they get here. Are you military? Are you mercenaries?” BJ asked, still hoping
Nik would talk to her.
She knew it was crazy but she could
feel a connection with him. She knew he wanted to talk to her and didn’t
understand what was preventing him from doing so. All she knew for sure was
that her heart didn’t believe he was a bad man, and she had an urge to protect
him—from what she didn’t know, but she had a really bad feeling about the
notice on the computer.
“You want us to talk to someone who
called their momma? Are you fucking serious?” Traze asked throwing his arms out
dramatically.
“Gods damn you, shut up, Traze!”
Nik roared in frustration.
He had way too many people talking
in his head, and he didn’t need Traze and his mouth complicating things
further. It was far too late for lawyers and dealing with it quietly, and as
happy as he was that he’d be out of the cell soon, he was a little surprised to
find that he wanted to learn more about the pretty cop too.
“Traze? Another interesting name,”
BJ noted, bringing Nik from his thoughts.
“Fuck,” Nik whispered.
“And you tell me to shut up!” Traze
growled out as he rounded on Nik.
“Oh, hell! BJ!” Mojo called out.
BJ only had time to turn to the
office door before a beautiful, tall, thin black woman breezed into the holding
cell area carrying two large brown bags.
“Momma! What the hell! You know the
protocol!” BJ grated out from gritted teeth.
Bess Markson, BJ and Mojo’s mother,
stopped just inside the holding cell area and dropped the brown bags the moment
she saw Nik and Traze, the contents bursting across the floor. She clutched her
hands to her chest and took slow, measured steps to Nik’s cell.
“Momma?” BJ asked curiously as her
mother ignored her.
BJ turned when Mojo came in the
room and shrugged her shoulders at his confused look before turning back in
time to see Nik smile and lean towards her mother’s outstretched hands.
“You’re really here,” Bess
whispered as tears sprang into her eyes.
Nik smiled at the energy that enveloped
him the moment the beautiful woman had come into the room. Nik felt a rush the
moment her fingers touched his cheeks. Even Traze was struck silent by the intensity
and power that surrounded them when the elegant woman walked into the room.
“It is good to see one of my mate’s
people. He would have loved to see this day,” Bess whispered in Nik’s mind.
Nik’s eyes widened, and he stared
into the same beautiful hazel eyes that BJ had.
Bess smiled and pulled her hands
from Nik’s face.
“It is our gift to remain
unnoticed. We have no beast marks in our eyes, and our energy remains
completely hidden unless we want others to feel it,” Bess explained at his
unspoken question.
“Momma, what the hell!” BJ ground
out in shock.
Bess turned to her daughter and son
with a beautiful smile.
“Bessemiah, Jeremiah, these are
your father’s people. The Valendrans,” Bess said, leaving the entire room
staring at her with their mouths open.
Unfortunately, Traze was the first
to recover.
“Bessemiah? What the hell kind of horrible
name is that? I thought it was Blow Job,” Traze said.
Everyone watched in shock as Bess
threw her arm out, and Traze was slid across the floor and thrown into the bars
on the opposite side of the cell. He screamed out in anger as he kicked his feet,
and his arms flailed as he tried to break himself of the invisible hold.
“Child, although you cannot hear
your brother at the
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