“Yasligai and the Seven Studs”
By Maggie Walsh
Walking out the back door onto the brick patio, Hunter, spotted his prey immediately. There she lay in all her naked glory, stretched out and lounging in the sun, soaking in the rays to deepen her already dark tan.
Even though she was twenty years his senior, she was a gorgeous creature that he had fallen in love with instantly when they first met almost fifteen years ago. He had been a young stupid college kid at only nineteen years old, and she had been the wife of the Dean of Students. She may have been thirty-nine at the time, but she didn’t look a day over twenty-nine.
Hunter had found out right away that his fantasy woman loved visiting with her plastic surgeon and having a little nip and tuck here and there. Even today, at fifty-four, she only looked to be in her late thirties. He himself never had any work done, but he was blessed with good genes, and still only looked about twenty-six when he kept his face shaven. Which is the way his Desdemona liked it.
“My love,” Hunter said as he approached his wife, sitting in the lounger next to hers.
Desdemona opened her eyes and the deep Emerald green glittered in the sun, but it wasn’t the happy look he was expecting. Instead her gaze was full of anger. That conniving look that kept them both in riches filled her eyes and he knew she had another plan. He only hoped it wasn’t another rich widower. He couldn’t take the idea of some old geezer with his disgusting hands on his wife again, as he had to sit back and pretend that Desdemona was his mother.
Wallace, her last “husband” had passed away four years ago and put in his Will that they could remain in the Vegas mansion, which they now lived in, until his son graduated from college and then he would decide if they could stay or if they had to go. Wallace had also left her a few million that Wallace had thought would take care of Desdemona for the rest of her life. But Hunter knew that wasn’t so, not with her addiction to always looking younger than her years.
“He returns tomorrow,” she spat in disgust.
“Who?” Hunter asked as he sat back against the lounger and closed his eyes, soaking in some of the sun's rays.
“What do you mean who? Yasligai, that’s who. He graduated from college yesterday and you know what that means.”
“That he finally has a degree and can go find a job.”
A smack across his face had Hunter’s eyes popping open and he looked to his wife. “No, you imbecile. Wallace’s Will specifically said once Yasligai graduated college that he would be taking over the reins of the family fortune,” Desdemona replied angrily.
Hunter chuckled as he shook his head. “Wallace’s investors will never let him run anything. The kid may have graduated college, but you and I both know that’s only because dear old daddy paid what, twenty mil for a new sports stadium for the school? His degree means nothing, and that fact will be proven when he tries to take over his father's empire. Besides, the way you’ve wormed your way into the good graces of most of his investors, where those old skin bags drool all over you, Yas has no chance. Just bat your beautiful eyes at them and they’ll do what you want, like always,” Hunter said, unconcerned as he closed his eyes and relaxed again.
Another smack across the face had him sitting up and spitting mad as he glared at his wife. “Don’t do that again, Des, or I’ll put you over my knee and show you how to really spank someone,” he ground out between clenched teeth.
“Yas’s degree is not just some piece of paper, you imbecile! I have told you many times that he was doing well in school, but he’s been doing better than even I knew. He graduated Summa Cum Laude, which means top of his class, and he was freaking Valedictorian damn it. With his grades and his degree in hand, Yas won’t have any problem stepping in and taking over Wallace’s business.”
“Yeah, until they see the little fruitcake. Those good old boys will eat him alive. Fine, Yasligai may have the degree, but he doesn’t have the spine, or the balls. He has always been afraid of his own shadow and no piece of paper is gonna change that.”
“Well, we can’t take that chance, can we? You know Wallace’s Will specifically said that when Yas graduated he was to take over all of Wallace’s holdings, with the exception of the measly ten million he left to me, everything, including this house, would go to Yas. He can kick us out if he wants to and then I’ll have to dip into my money to find us another home instead of using Wallace’s accounts.”
“Don’t you mean our money, love?” Hunter asked, raising a brow at her.
She stared at him a moment before answering, “Of course. But if we both plan on living in the life we have become accustomed to, then we need to take care of Yasligai. The Will says that if I die, then everything that was left to me goes back to Yasligai and you get nothing. But, if Yasligai were to die, everything comes to me,” Desdemona said with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“So, what do you want to do, kill him? That will drop us in prison, not live high on the hog on Wallace’s fortune.”
“No, but if Yas disappears, never to be heard from again, we can have him declared dead in a few years and everything will come to me. And in the meantime, we can still live here nice and comfortably as we have been,” Desdemona said with a smile.
Hunter threw his legs over the side of the lounger and stared at her. “So, you want to make him disappear? How do we do that?”
Desdemona turned so that she was facing him, then leaned forward and lowered her voice. “When he returns home tomorrow, I want you as his loving step-brother, to take him out for a celebration for his graduation. That club over on Blue Diamond Rd, you know the one, with the palm trees on the roof. Take him there and after getting a few drinks in him, I want you to excuse yourself to the bathroom. When you return, you’ll find our Yas gone. Play your part and be the concerned step-brother. Look for him, cause a scene asking about him, call the police. It will make everything look legit and a report will be filed as well as an investigation. Which will help us to declare him dead in the future.”
Hunter’s eyes went wide as he listened to his wife. “That place is known to have dicey connections, Des.”
“Exactly,” Desdemona slid off her lounger and knelt on the ground between his spread legs, running her hands slowly up his thighs as her eyes fill with lust. “You know how many gay men go missing from there, and I have done a little homework and found out that it is a sex trafficking ring that runs out of there, and Yas is exactly the type they look for. Once you leave for the bathroom, my contact will move in, and we’ll never see Yasligai again.
* * * *
Gods, why did he say yes to this again? There was no way he wanted to spend a night out drinking with Hunter Mann. The guy was a total tool and Yas hated him. His first reaction when Hunter asked him to go hang out and celebrate his graduating from college, was to say no, but if he was going to get evidence on his “step-mother” Desdemona, then he needed to spend time with Hunter.
He was hoping that Hunter would get so shit faced drunk that his lips would loosen up and Yasligai could get the man to tell him the truth about himself and Desdemona.
Six years ago, right before he graduated from High School, his dad, Wallace Janis, one of the richest men in the world, returned from a business trip with Desdemona on his arm, announcing that they had gotten married. Yas had been beyond shocked, and heartbroken.
After his mom died of Leukemia only seven months before that, his dad swore he would never marry again. Then suddenly he walks in with Desdemona who looked like a money grubbing bitch, with her long fake red hair, fake nails, fake boobs, and fake everything else. Immediately she poured on the sugar a little too thick when they met, declaring that she wasn’t trying to replace his mother, but to be his friend. Yas knew instantly that Desdemona thought he was a simpleton and he had used it to his advantage.
An hour after his father and new step-mother arrived home, this hunk of a guy showed up with his bags packed declaring he was her son, Hunter. He stood a few inches taller than Yas’s own five feet nine inches and outweighed him by at least fifty pounds. Hunter reminded him of those air-headed jocks people always talked about. Captain of the football team in High School and college, dating the head cheerleader, and always counting on his good looks to get him by.
The few conversations he had had with Hunter, proved to Yas that his original assessment was correct, and Hunter wasn’t that bright. Oh, he thought he was a fucking genius, but in actuality, Yas was sure the only reason he went to college was because of he was a fantastic football player. But he wasn’t even good enough for that when the NFL came calling and he didn’t get picked.
Anyway, there had been many times over the six months that he lived at home before going off to Yale, that he thought he saw something between Desdemona and Hunter. Something that wasn’t parental. He could swear he saw lust in both their eyes on many occasions when they looked at each other.
Yas was happy to learn that his father hadn’t completely lost his mind and actually had a prenup drawn up and Desdemona had signed it, but he still got a bad feeling about the new mother and brother in his life.
While away in his first year at Yale, Yas had called a private investigator and hired him to find out everything he could about Desdemona and Hunter and wasn’t shocked to find out they weren’t who they said they were. Each was going with a different name, but the investigator had no idea what their real names where and who they actually were. He was only able to find out that until two years before Desdemona met his dad and married him, that Desdemona Carlson and her son Hunter Mann, had absolutely no backgrounds. Nothing. No birth certificates, no work history, no school files, driver's license, credit cards, nothing. Which only raised even more red flags for him. But unfortunately, without having their real names, the investigator couldn’t find any more about either of them.
So now here Yas sat in this loud, crappy bar with Hunter, drinking a horrible concoction the bartender swore was a Long Island Iced Tea, but wasn’t even close, as Hunter prattled on about his new Zenvo ST1 that he got on a great deal for only $1.6 million, but was hoping to upgrade in a year to a Lamborghini Veneno.
Yas almost swallowed his tongue, after he rolled his eyes that is. The Zenvo Hunter was talking about he could have gotten brand new for about four hundred thousand less. Whoever had sold him the car had ripped the asshole off and he didn’t even know it. But when he started yammering about the Lamborghini, Yas started choking. As far as he knew, Hunter did nothing but live high on his father's money as he ran around Vegas like a celebrity Playboy. He had an idea about where Hunter had gotten the money for the car from and where he would get the other money in the future.
Damn it, he needed to find out who Hunter and Desdemona really were before they bled his father's estate dry. Technically, Desdemona would only got ten million from his dad’s will, but he did say she could live in the house and use the home finances to live on until Yas came home. Then it was up to him if he wanted her and her so-called son out, to go live off that ten mil, or he wanted to be gracious to his step-mother and allow her to stay in the home and live in the life she had become accustomed to.
Damn, he wished he could blame the evil bitch for his father’s death three years ago, but he couldn’t. He knew Desdemona had nothing to do with it. His father had been away in New York on business and had a heart attack in front of a room full of people while giving a speech, and Desdemona was at home in Vegas.
But if he could prove that Desdemona and Hunter were actually together before she married his dad, he could get the court to overrule the will. It would be even better if he could prove that the two were actually married before she married his father, which would make his father and Desdemona’s marriage void, and anything he gave her or left to her after that would be taken away.
“Come on you little pussy, drink up. You’re a grown man now, graduating from college and all,” Hunter said, slurred, as he downed another shot of Tequila. And if Yas was counting correctly, it was his tenth.
He put on a fake smile and took a big gulp of his nasty drink, holding back the disgust that threatened to show on his face.
“That a boy. Now you’re a man, so what’s your plans, Yasligai? Yasligai, what a stupid name. Why the hell would your dad name you that anyway?”
Yas softly placed his drink down as he looked Hunter in the eye. He wanted to tell the asshole to fuck himself, then throw his glass right at Hunter’s head, but he kept himself composed. He needed to get on Hunter’s good side so that he could try to get the information he was looking for. “It was my mom. She had a thing for Disney movies.”
“Shit. I may not know much about Disney movies, but I don’t remember no dude named Yasilgai,” Hunter said, then downed another shot.
“There wasn’t. Her favorite was Snow White. Being part Native American, she found the word Yasligai in her Native heritage and saw that it meant Snow White. So that’s what she named me.”
Hunter burst out laughing, slapping his hands on the table and almost toppling over their drinks. “You mean to tell me your mom named you after a Disney Princess? Well that just fits now doesn’t it, princess?” Hunter laughed and winked at him.
Yas could feel the heat rise within him, but it wasn’t from embarrassment, but anger. He didn’t care what this twat thought about him, but he would not sit there and listen to him put down his mother or use his hateful speech at his homosexuality. Yes, he was gay, but that didn’t mean he was a woman. He may not be that big of a man at only five feet nine and a hundred and sixty pounds, but he was still a man.
Yas stood up as he said, “I have to use the men’s room.”
“Wait, I need to go first,” Hunter said and tried to stand.
“What the hell does that mean? You gotta go, then go, but it has nothing to do with me going,” Yas huffed, then turned and walked away. He heard Hunter protesting behind him but had no idea what the idiot was saying. Yas just ignored him and headed for the bathroom.
He pushed the door open and stepped in, but quickly grabbed the door before it closed as he saw that he was standing in an ally and not the bathroom. Yas looked around and spotted the mens room further down the hall and headed toward it as the back door closed behind him. As he entered the bathroom he headed straight for the urinals but stopped as his gaze landed on them. One had a broken sign on it, another was filled with something he didn’t even want to know, and the third one, was all broken and cracked, just barely hanging on the wall.
Yas shook his head and sighed, then moved to one of the stalls, closing the door behind him. After taking care of his business, flushing, and zipping up, he found he didn’t want to go back out there to Hunter just yet. He was getting a damn headache from the guy and he needed a minute to pull himself together before he attacked Hunter for his asshole ways and ruined everything he had planned.
Yas closed the seat on the toilet and sat as he tried to get his head together and figure out the best way to approach a drunk Hunter. After a few minutes, he heard the outer door open and he froze, waiting for it to be Hunter and the idiot make some kind of crude comment about him in the stall, but it wasn’t Hunter’s voice he heard.
“Did you get the little rich kid?” one guy with a nasally voice said.
“Yeah, I grabbed him, now we just have to wait for the other one. The red-headed bitch said to make sure we grabbed them both and make them disappear. The YasiYas, or Yasgavia guy, whatever the hell his name is was easy as hell. He was so damn drunk, I just pulled him up off the stool and led him out the back door and into the car. Marco already took off with him to the buyer,” a second guy answered as Yas heard him relieving himself in the urinal.
Holy shit! Yas silently gasped as he listened to the two men. He covered his mouth with his hand and tried to calm his breathing. What if they found him in there? Whoever these guys were, they thought that Hunter was him. Shit, they were after him. Yas quietly moved forward and peeked through the little slit between the door and the frame.
“And the other one, what’s his name, Hunter?”
“Yeah, he hardly drank anything, so we need to be careful with him. I saw him head out the back door, but when he comes back and finds that the kid is gone, he’s supposed to make a big deal out of not finding him, so the cops won't be suspicious. That’s when I’ll step in and offer to help him by using my cell phone. I’ll suggest we go outside for some fresh air while we wait for the cops, and when we get out there, Wayne will be waiting in the van.”
“Good. Then I’ll call our contact and tell her it’s done,” guy number one with the nasally voice said.
Yas heard the door open, then close, then the room fell silent except for the small trickle of water leaking from somewhere. He held his breath, waiting a moment to see if they would return, but after a minute no one came back.
They had taken Hunter thinking he was him but were also planning on taking Hunter. They had said the red-headed bitch, and they would call their contact to let her know. So did that mean that Desdemona had set them both up? And Hunter was supposed to be a part of this plan and talk to the cops. So that’s why the sudden desire to hang out with him. He and Hunter never got along and had never spent any time together. Yas was actually trying to come up with some idea to get them alone and drinking, when Hunter walked into the kitchen where he had been making himself breakfast, and suggested they go out. Yas had been elated thinking it was the perfect plan. But now, obviously Hunter had no idea that Desdemona had betrayed him.
Shit! He needed to get the hell out of here and hide until he could figure out what to do.
Yas slowly opened the stall door and peeked around the frame, making sure the room was truly empty, then he quickly ran to the door and did the same. Finding the hall and his path to the back door, clear, Yas quickly headed for the door. He looked out into the bar and could only see the bar, where one guy was sitting. The man turned his head to look in his direction and Yas quickly pulled back out of sight. Was that one of the guys?
He took a deep breath and peeked around the wall again. Spotting the guy talking to the bartender, Yas knew it was his chance. He stepped up to the back door and eased it open as he kept his gaze on the man at the bar. He only opened the door far enough to allow his slim body through, then carefully closed the door.
Taking a deep breath, Yas scrunched his nose at the disgusting stench coming from the ally he know stood in. He couldn’t just stand here. He needed to get moving. He quickly made his way toward the street, then peered around the edge of the building. He spotted a dark van sitting at the curb, a few feet down from the entrance to the club. No lights were on and it didn’t look like anyone was inside.
Yas pulled the collar of his shirt up around his ears, shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, lowered his head, while raising his shoulders, then stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed away from the van. As he made it to the corner, Yas was just about to release the breath he was holding when he heard a man shouting.
He looked over his shoulder and saw a guy jump from the van, looking right at him and pointing as the guy yelled something.
Shit! Yas took off as fast as he could down another block then turned right. He ran to the next corner and crossed the street as he headed left. Just as he made it past the edge of the building, he heard the screeching of tires coming fast. Yas picked up his pace and found a doorway to hide in. He pressed his back against the cold door and waited. He heard the engine move away and knew they had turned right.
Yas stepped out of the doorway and looked. Sure enough the rear red lights glowed in the night as the van drove in the other direction. Yas turned away and ran. Just as he got a few feet, he heard the screeching of tires again and turned to look over his shoulder. The van’s brakes lights were on, and suddenly it began to turn around. “Fuck!”
Yas took off at top speed zig zagging through the area, going down unfamiliar streets and alleys, and ducking behind dumpsters. He heard the roar of traffic and made his way toward the sound. He made it to the corner and looked up, trying to gage where he was, then smiled as he read the signs. He was at the corner of West Warm Springs Rd and Dean Martin Drive. That meant he wasn’t far from the strip and could disappear in the crowd or one of the casinos.
Just as he was about to cross the street, headlights hit him, and he heard the roar of an engine. Yas looked to his left and spotted the van coming right for him. He quickly turned right and ran, then right again at the next ally and took off. He could hear the cars flying by behind him and Yas hoped the traffic would slow them down. He chanced a look back over his shoulder and was relieved to not see the van yet. As he turned forward again, suddenly he hit something...hard, and everything went black.
* * * *
“What do you have there, Doc?” Stryker asked.
Doc walked into the dressing room carrying the cute little unconscious guy he had found out in the alley. Doc felt bad about hitting the man with the door, but how the hell was he supposed to know someone was there? “I found him out in the alley. Well, not really found, more like knocked out. I was taking the garbage out and just as I swung the door open something rammed right into it. I looked behind it and this guy dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes,” Doc answered as he laid the man down on the couch.
“Damn, he’s hot. Do we know who he is? Has anyone seen him before?” Sly asked, moving over to the far side of the couch, making room.
Doc shook his head as he smoothed a strand of hair away from the guys forehead. “Never seen him before, but he has one hell of a knot on his head. Would one of you go out and grab some ice, please?”
“Sure, Doc, I got it,” Shylon said quietly and took off out the door.
The sound of hard feet hitting the floor approached the door a moment before a deep voice grumbled, “Come on you bunch of prima donna’s, we have a show to put on and a bachelorette who’s hungry for some men in uniform.”
“God, I hate Friday’s when we let women in. It’s always a bachelorette party and they’re always so rowdy,” Stryker said.
“And handsy,” Sly replied.
“Don’t they know that this is a gay strip club and that all the dancers are gay?” Merry asked from his spot leaning over the back of the couch.
“Awe, what’s the matter, handsome, did one of those scary ladies hurt you?” Doron asked as he slid up behind Merry and wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his neck. “Don’t worry, babe, we’ll protect you.”
Merry chuckled as he leaned into Doron’s hold. “Yeah, that little hellcat last Friday night wouldn’t stop grabbing my junk and squeezing. I thought for sure she was going to rip it off,” he answered.
“But didn’t Doc make that all better for you when you got off stage? As I remember he gave you his very personal attention and kissed it all better. Right here on this couch if I remember correctly,” Stryker said, his eyes a glow with mischief.
Merry laughed and looked at Doc, who looked up and met his gaze, smiling. “Mmm, yes he did. And don’t we all just love our Doc’s bedside manner?” Marry said.
Doc laughed and shook his head. “Alright you sex fiends, like Gruff said, you have a show to do. I’ll stay here and take care of our guest.”
“Oh, and how exactly will you take care of him, lover? With your own special doctoring?” Doron asked playfully as he bat his eyelashes.
“Okay, let’s go before I put you over my knee, Doron,” Gruff said and grabbed Doron’s bicep, pulling him away.
“Oh god yes, Gruff, spank me. You know I love it when you get all dominating.”
The corner of Gruff’s lip turned up and his eyes filled with lust. He placed his hand on the back of Doron’s neck and drew him in hard against his chest, then devoured the man's lips with his.
“Shit, now we’re all going to go on stage with hard-ons. Those women are going to eat us alive,” Sly replied as he stood, stretched, then yawned.
Shylon came rushing back into the room with a towel in his hand filled with ice and handed it to Doc. “I thought the towel would help,” Shylon said quietly.
“Thanks, sweets, that was a good idea,” Doc replied, then gently placed the ice pack over the lump on the unconscious guy’s head.
“Alright team. Doc will take care of whoever this is, but the rest of us have to get our asses on stage. Our bachelorette requested Uniform Night, so is everyone ready?” Gruff asked as he inspected the group.
Gruff Thompson, the leader of their merry band of gay dancers was wearing Army fatigue pants, with black combat boots and a gun harness around his exposed chest, showing off his incredible muscles and tattoos. Then Stryker “Sneezy” Davis, their resident pole dancer and choreographer, was wearing yellow fireman's pants with red suspenders and fireman’s boots and hat, also showing off his sexy chest and muscles. Then there was Merry O’Toole, who seemed to always be happy no matter what, and he was wearing black slacks with a white button-down shirt and black tie, with captain’s wings over his left chest and a pilots hat. After him was Shylon Kent, the quiet and shy one of their group, that is until the music started and he got on stage, then he turned into Channing Tatum in Magic Mike and had the audience drooling. Doc loved him in his all white Navy dress uniform and was a little sad about not getting to see Shylon take that off. Shit, he was upset about missing all of his lovers perform, but this little gorgeous man that was dropped in his lap needed attention.
After Shylon walked out, Doc watched the super sexy Doron “Jokester” Smith check his beautiful long black hair in the mirror one last time before he adjusted his policeman's uniform and followed the others. And last was Sly “Sandman” Evans, their resident senior in college who started working here at the “Cottage” was always napping whenever he could. Between going to school full time, studying, rehearsing, and performing, Doc didn’t know how the young man was still upright sometimes. Before he left, Sly looked back at him one last time and winked, then ran his hand over his beautiful ten-inch cock, that was sadly covered in a pair of green doctor’s scrubs. “So, Doc, do you think we can keep him?” Sly asked.
“He’s not a stray animal, Sly, let’s go,” Gruff said, coming up behind Sly and grabbing him around the waist, before pulling him out of the room.
Doc chuckled at his lover’s antics, as he shook his head and turned back toward their guest, who still remained conscience. The man was really gorgeous, with his shoulder length, shaggy black hair, pale, creamy skin, and pink, kissable lips. He looked to be about five feet ten maybe, and about a hundred and sixty pounds, and Doc had felt a tight, toned body as he carried the man. He wondered what the sexy man looked like naked, or if he were even gay. Not that he was looking for a new lover, with having six already in his life his plate was full, but there was something about this sexy creature that called to him.
With any luck, once he woke up, they would find out he was gay and wouldn’t mind coming to work at the club, and maybe join them in their bed.
To Be Continued...
When alpha Jake and his two betas, Theo and Landis escaped their birth pack, they never expected to get caught in a category 4 storm thousands of miles from home. The fishing vessel they were on capsized and the three find themselves washed ashore of a deserted island.
With Jake's leg being injured and Landis not regaining consciousness, Jake and Theo must find a way to keep them all alive until they can either find help, or be rescued. The trio soon find out the that island isn't as deserted as they thought it was, and that their rescuers come with guns, mistrust, and very special powers.
Once thrown in a cell, they are informed that it is for the residents protection, not theirs. When one of their rescuers turns out to be their mate, Jake, Theo, and Landis become excited,because not only have they found their mate, but that means that these three lifelong friends and lovers can finally claim each other and become a mated quad.
But things are never that easy. It turns out the island is a hidden sanctuary for omega wolves who don't trust anyone from the outside world, especially alphas and betas. Each of these omegas had been abused by dominating alphas, which caused them to run from their lives and hide away.
Now Jake, Theo, and Landis must do whatever is necessary to gain the trust of their mate, as well as all these special men, so that they may be allowed to stay on the island, not only for their own safety, but so they can claim their mate, and each other.
Excerpt: Omega Island
By Maggie Walsh
“At least we were able to get all that cleaned up,” Blaine stated.
“Yeah, and I think Flynn will be stoked when he sees that we found four full gas cans, the fishing gear, and some rope. It’s not much, but it’s something, right?” Shilo added.
“Hey, guys. I think it’s time we head home. Sun will be down soon,” Luka yelled from up the beach.
“Okay, everyone, grab as much as you can,” Blaine instructed, and each of the men filled their arms with what they found.
They made their way back up to where Luka was standing and headed through the brush. After walking for ten minutes, Aryn stopped. He lifted his head and breathed in deep.
“What are you doing?” Casey asked as he stopped next to Aryn.
“I smell a fire,” Aryn answered.
“It’s coming from over there,” Aryn replied.
“Again, so?” Casey huffed.
“Well seeing as home is in that direction and it’s almost sundown, who started a fire over there, and why?” Aryn said sarcastically.
They cautiously made their way through the tropical forest being as quiet as they could. As they approached the area where the smoke was coming from, a small glow of orange appeared. Aryn could hear the crackling of wood burning, and smell the smoke, along with the unmistakable scent of breadfruit cooking. Settling down behind the large leaves of the ape plant, Aryn carefully moved the foliage aside to take a peak. His eyes widened from the sight before him, and his heart began to pound in his chest.
“What is it, Aryn?” Casey asked.
“There are three men over there. Three very large men. One of them is lying down and looks like he is sleeping, then another one is sitting next to him trying to get a breadfruit peeled with a rock, and the last one has some breadfruit on a stick and is cooking it.”
“Do they look dangerous?” Shilo asked nervously.
“I have no idea if they are dangerous, but they are big,” Aryn answered.
“How did they get here?” Blaine asked angrily, with a small growl.
“How the hell should I know?” Aryn defended.
“It was a rhetorical question,” Blaine stated and rolled his eyes.
“A rhitora what?” Casey asked.
“It means, although I did ask a question, it doesn’t require an answer,” Blaine explained.
“That makes no sense. When you ask someone a question you obviously want an answer, because you asked a question,” Casey said annoyed.
Shilo placed a hand on Casey’s shoulder as he chuckled lightly. “I got this, Blaine. Have you ever had a thought that was a question, but you never actually said it out loud?”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Well it’s that. Blaine was thinking it because he was confused and said it out loud instead of keeping it in his head,” Shilo explained.
“Oh. Okay then,” Casey replied with a shrug.
Blaine stared at him for a moment, then shook his head and turned back to look at the strangers. Two of the large men were now standing only about six feet from them, staring at them. One of the large men looked confused and surprised to see them there and the other looked amused.
“Hello, gentlemen. Can you tell us where we are?” the large guy with the shoulder length, shaggy blonde hair asked.
“Who are you, and how did you get here?” Blaine asked, guarded.
“We got washed up here with the storm,” the man answered.
“How can we believe them, Blaine?” Casey asked in a whisper.
“He’s right. You can’t expect us to believe that you just happened to wash up here, on this island, because of the storm,” Blaine replied in disbelief.
“How did you get here? Are there others with you?” Casey asked in a panic.
“It’s just the three of us, little one. I’m Jake, this is Theo, and our friend over there is Landis. We were out on a fishing boat with a charter group, when suddenly the water started getting rough. Before we knew it, all the boat’s instruments had crapped out and we lost the engines. We were just floating around aimlessly waiting for another fishing vessel to find us. But then the storm came and, well...here we are.”
“Where are the others from the charter group?” Blaine asked.
“We have no idea. Look, kid, we woke up here on the beach. We haven’t found anyone else but the three of us. Jake had a nasty wound and could still use some medical attention, and our friend Landis, has been unconscious since we found him. So can we please stop the question and answer crap and you point us to a hospital,” Theo said gruffly.
“Sure,” Luka said sweetly and pointed in the direction over the stranger's shoulders. “You go back that way through the tropical forest. Once you step out, turn left and go about a mile up the shore. When you get to the end, turn right. Go straight until you hit the town.”
“Thanks, kid,” Theo replied with a nod.
“You’re welcome, and good luck. Let’s go guys,” Luka stated as he grabbed Casey’s elbow and turned him. He and the others turned away from the strangers and headed in the other direction. Once they were out of sight of the strangers, they took off running at top speed toward the compound.
“Flynn! Flynn!” Casey yelled as he ran through the main house.
Flynn and Aiden walked out of the kitchen looking toward Casey, their faces showing their concern. “Casey, what’s wrong?” Flynn asked.
“Flynn, we were coming back from salvaging whatever we could from the boathouse and we smelled a fire. So we went to investigate, and we came upon three large men. And, Flynn, I could smell alpha on the one and beta on the other. I don’t know about the third guy because he was too far away and he was unconscious. But they were definitely wolves,” Casey said in a hurry.
“Fuck! Where are they now?”
“Luka got pissed at the one guy’s attitude and sent them on a wild goose chase,” Casey replied with a laugh, causing Aiden to chuckle.
“Where are the others?” Flynn asked as he headed toward the front of the house with Aiden and Casey following.
“They went to put the supplies in the shed. They should be in any minute.”
“Get everyone in the great room now. We need to find these strangers and get rid of them,” Flynn announced.
Aiden stopped short and grabbed Flynn’s arm, stopping him. Flynn turned to face his brother. “Get rid of them? How are we supposed to do that? The boat is gone.”
“They had to have gotten here somehow. We find their boat and send them on their way. If they fight us, then we’ll have to get rid of them a different way. We need to search the island to see if there are others.”
“The alpha guy, he said his name was Jake, he said they were on a fishing trip, and the boat they were on lost all power, then the storm came, and the next thing they knew they were washed up on shore. They claim it’s just the three of them,” Casey explained.
“We need to make sure. Aiden, are the cells in the barn still stable?” Flynn asked.
“Yeah. What do you want to do, Flynn?”
Just as the question left Aiden’s lips, all the other boys entered, joining them.
“The sun will be down soon and I don’t want everyone running around in the dark looking for strangers. Luka, Casey said you sent these men on a wild goose chase. Where did you send them?” Flynn asked.
“They should end up at the jetty before they realize I was fucking with them,” Luka answered with a smirk.
“Good. Luka, Blaine, Mace, Ansel, and I will go collect our guests. Aiden, you and Shilo make sure the cells will hold and cast a few spells over them to make sure our guests can’t escape. Aryn, you, Casey, and Gilbert get cots and fresh linens set up in the cells. Clovis, Chad, Val, and Enzo, finish preparing dinner and make extra. We should probably feed them,” Flynn instructed.
“What about me, Flynn?” Teagan asked.
“If what they said was true and these men washed up on shore, they may have some injuries.”
“Yeah, they did. The one guy had a messed-up leg and another was unconscious,” Blaine added.
“Then we’ll need you to rest up, Teagan, in case you need to heal them.”
“I can help in the kitchen and that won’t wear me out, Flynn,” Teagan offered with a shy smile.
Flynn gave the smaller man a bright smile. “Of course. Thanks, Teagan, but not too much, okay?” Teagan nodded.
“Okay, everyone, let’s get going.”
“Flynn, what if there are others? Casey said he smelled wolf on them,” Val asked nervously.
“We take care of the three we can find, then head out in the morning and start looking for others. We can’t go out in the dark. Even though we can still see, there is still too many hiding places someone could jump out of,” Flynn replied.
Everyone agreed and headed out to do what they were told. Flynn, Luka, Blaine, Mace, and Ansel grabbed a few riffles on their way out the front door.
* * * *
“You have got to be kidding me,” Theo ground out as he stared out over the great expanse of rippling blue water. “If I get my hands on that little shit, I’m gonna wring his neck.”
“Shit. This is our own fault. We should have just stayed where we were until morning, then one of us could have come to check it out and come back with help. Maybe we should have waited until Landis woke up? It’s too late now to do anything and we stupidly left our camp and fire behind,” Jake said in frustration.
“So now what, Jake? The sun will be down soon and the chill could kill him.”
“First we get off this damn beach again and find somewhere to hunker down for the night. We can’t start another fire, there’s not enough daylight left to go scrounging for more wood, so we’ll have to do whatever we can to keep Landis and ourselves warm. Let’s go.”
They each grabbed a pole from the stretcher they made from sticks and large leaves to transport Landis. Lifting the one side up, while the bottom dragged across the ground, they turned, and stopped dead in their tracks as they looked down the barrels of five rifles pointed at them.
“If you want to live, follow us. Try anything, and one of us will shoot your dick off,” the stunningly beautiful little man with the long golden blond hair stated calmly.
“Lead the way,” Jake answered.
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