Honeymoon from Hell V

Other titles by R.L. Mathewson:

The Pyte/Sentinel Series:

Tall, Dark & Lonely

Without Regret

Tall, Dark & Heartless

Tall, Silent & Lethal

The Hollywood Hearts Series:

A Humble Heart

A Reclusive Heart

The Neighbor from Hell Series:

Playing for Keeps

Perfection

Checkmate

Truce: The Historic Neighbor from Hell

The Game Plan

The Neighbor from Hell Collection I

Double Dare

Double Feature: The Game Plan/Double Dare

Honeymoon From Hell, I-IV

Dear Reader,

I’d like to start off by saying thank you for all your support and kind words over the
years. It’s because of you that I am able to do be there and take care of my children by
doing what I love. So, on behalf on my children, I wanted to say thank you.

Now, moving onto to this mini-series. I never planned on writing the Honeymoon from
Hell series. It started off as a Chronicle or two on my website, which is how I continue
giving life to the characters that I’ve created and fallen in love with. When I wrote a
teaser about Jason and Haley’s honeymoon I was hooked and immediately wanted to
write the whole story out as well as the honeymoons for the rest of the Bradfords, but
I wasn’t sure how it would turn out or if it was even something that you would be
interested in reading about.

So, I decided that I would write the series and release it in December 2015 after I was
able  to  get  out  the  books  that  I  promised  you.  At  the  same  time  iBooks  was  doing
what iBooks does best, helping self-published authors like myself get a chance to show
readers  what  they  could  do.  iBooks  helped  me  out,  gave  me  my  real  break  and
honored  me  with  the  first  title  of  Breakout  Author,  so  I  decided  to  make  my  already
busy schedule even busier and write this series early so that I could say thank you to
iBooks  for  everything  that  they  did  to  me  and  release  this  mini-series  early  through
them.

Some  readers  are  upset  about  the  wait,  and  I  am  sorry  about  that,  but  I  wouldn’t  be
who  I  am  if  I  didn’t  step  up  and  show  my  appreciation  and  gratitude  to  those  who
have  helped  me  and  my  children  when  we  needed  help.  With  or  without  this  early
release  through  iBooks,  this  series  would  not  have  been  released  at  Amazon.com  or
anywhere else before December because of my workload, so please don’t feel slighted,
because that was not my intention.

Now, as for this HFH, you will notice that the prologue is one of the last chapters of
The Game Plan. That was done so that you wouldn’t need to go back and re-read the
end of the book to figure out where we left off. It also leaves you with the choice to
skip it and move on to the rest of the story.

With that being said….

I hope you enjoy the Honeymoon from Hell mini-series.

Yours,

R.L. Mathewson

Prologue

Let’s recap from where we left off, shall we?

“You left me,” Danny whispered hoarsely when he finally managed to open his eyes.

“You didn’t leave me with much of a choice,” she said, trying not to cry or show him
how relieved she was that he was finally awake.

“Had to,” he said, glancing around the room as she poured him a small cup of water.
“Where is everyone?”

“It’s three in the morning so I’m guessing that they’re either sleeping or getting kicked
out of a buffet,” she said, earning a weak smile from him.

“Take a sip,” she ordered, holding the cup in front of him with her good hand.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, obediently taking a sip.

After  a  minute,  she  pulled  the  cup  away  and  placed  it  on  the  tray,  wishing  that  his
father was here to help with this, but around an hour ago Mary had finally managed
to  browbeat  her  husband  into  going  back  to  the  hotel  and  getting  some  sleep.  Now,
she  was  sitting  here  by  herself,  terrified  that  she  was  about  to  find  out  that  Danny
was paralyzed.

She should call a doctor, but instead she found herself climbing into bed with him and
curling up by his side. She needed this after everything they’d been through over the
past two weeks, she needed a moment before their lives went to hell and stayed there.

“What happened?” he asked, pressing a kiss against the top of her head as he reached
over and placed his hand carefully on her cast.

“I beat the shit out of your brothers,” she admitted with a sniffle.

He chuckled weakly as he pressed another kiss against the top her head. “That’s not
what I meant.”

“You  beat  the  shit  out  of  your  father,”  she  said,  still  regretting  that  she  hadn’t  been
there to stop that. “Your brothers had to pull you off and in the process your back was
broken  and  the  scar  tissue  from  your  old  injury  and  surgeries  tore,  pulling  free  and
caused  some  internal  bleeding.  They  were  able  to  stop  the  bleeding  and  remove  the
scar tissue, but your back-”

“I had weak spots in my vertebrae from the shrapnel,” he said matter-of-factly as she

struggled not to cry again. “I was supposed to take it easy.”

“They broke,” she said, her voice breaking.

He was quiet for a long time before he asked, “Was my spine compromised?”

“Can you move your toes?” she asked, repeating the question that they’d been asking
him every time he regained consciousness and terrified of his answer.

“Yes,” he said, and just to prove it, he brought his leg up slowly, bending it before he
slowly returned it back to the bed and just like that, she lost it.

“Shhhh, don’t cry, Tinkerbelle. I’m fine,” he said, soothingly.

“I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stop, but heaven help her, she couldn’t.

He’d scared the hell out of her!

“Did you really beat up my brothers?” he asked, kissing her head again and obviously
trying to distract her.

“Yes,” she admitted with a sniffle.

“Why?”

“Because they hurt you.”

“It was an accident,” he said, but she didn’t miss the amusement lacing his tone.

“I don’t care,” she muttered, trying to ignore the throbbing pain in her hand. She
could take one of the painkillers the doctors had prescribed her, but she’d been out of
it enough over the last two weeks to last her a lifetime.

“I shouldn’t have hit him,” Danny said, sighing heavily. “He started talking and I just
lost it.”

“Your father’s not mad.”

“That’s great, but that’s not really what I meant. I want to know why you left me.”

“Because you were pulling away,” she said around a small sob, and wow, did she sound
pathetic.

“I wasn’t pulling away,” he promised her.

“Yes, you were,” she said, because she knew the signs. She’d seen it before with Jerry.
When she’d felt Danny do it, she’d decided to leave before he could hurt her. She
hadn’t been able to stomach the idea of going through that with Danny.

“I would never leave you, Tinkerbelle,” he said, gently cupping her chin and tipping
her head so that she was looking up at him. “Never.”

“Then what were you doing?” she demanded, wanting to know what kind of bullshit
reason he could come up with for the way that he was acting. He said that he hadn’t
been pulling away from her, but-

“I was planning your abduction,” he said, blinking innocently down at her.

She opened her mouth, but couldn’t quite find the words to respond to that
declaration.

“I had to make a few phone calls and call in some favors to get the ban temporarily
lifted from Vegas just long enough for me to drag you off and marry you before you
got a chance to run away,” he explained calmly as she continued to lay there, staring
dumbly up at him.

“I’m sorry, what?” she finally managed to get out.

“We’re getting married,” he said, shrugging like what he’d just said was no big deal.

“I told you that I didn’t want to get married,” she reminded him.

Another shrug. “I chose to ignore that.”

“Okay…….,” she said, because really, what else was she supposed to say to that?

“As soon as they release me, we’re going to get married,” he announced and yeah, now
she was wondering if they’d missed a head injury when they’d examined him.

“And why exactly are you so determined to marry me all of a sudden?”

“Because I love you,” he said with another shrug as he nodded towards the cup of
water. “Can I have another drink?”

“D-did you just tell me that you love me?” she asked, staring at him and unable to
help herself, because now she was pretty sure that he was suffering from a brain
injury. It was either that, or the drugs in his system making him say this.

“Yes,” he said, closing his eyes. “Figured it out the day at the reptile zoo. It pissed me
off that you didn’t love me back, but I figured in ten years or so with enough mind
blowing sex, you’ll end up falling head over heels in love with me so it’s okay.”

She chuckled, she couldn’t help it. “You’re planning on using sex to make me fall in
love with you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” he mumbled sleepily. “I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”

“Wow, you’re a giver,” she said, smiling down at the man that she loved.

“That I am,” he said, smiling that sexy grin that drove her crazy. “And you’re
marrying me. Soon,” he said, firmly even as he started to nod off.

“I am,” she said, nodding her head solemnly in agreement, sniffling as tears started to
roll down her face, “because I love you.”

He stilled for a minute, that sexy grin of his turning into a frown. “What about all the
mind blowing sex?”

Smiling, she leaned down and kissed him. “I’m still willing to have all the mind
blowing sex.”

“That’s very big of you,” he said, grinning against her lips.

“It really is.”

*-*-*-*

“She finally fell asleep, huh?” his father asked softly as he glanced down at
Tinkerbelle, who was snuggled up by his side.

“Yes,” he said, smiling down at the woman who loved him.

Not that he was surprised, he was a fucking catch after all.

“Looks like we finally found the right combination of pills,” his father said, picking up
a blanket off the other bed and carefully placed it over them both.

Frowning, he looked down at the woman softly snoring in his arms. “You drugged
her?”

“Put it in her apple juice,” his father said with a shrug. “She was in pain and refused
to take anything for it so I drugged her.”

“I see,” he mumbled and just like that, the silence became awkward.

That is until his father decided to pick up where they’d left off.

“I’d raised you to face your mistakes, Danny.”

“Don’t start this shit again,” he said, grinding his jaw as he looked up to face his
father.

“You ran off, Danny,” his father said, rubbing the back of his neck as he shook his
head, looking a little lost. “You just ran.”

“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” he said evenly.

His father met his gaze as he said, “No, I didn’t. I kept pushing you when I should
have just accepted the fact that you weren’t perfect, Danny.”

“I never said that I was.”

“No,”  his  father  said  softly,  “you  didn’t,  but  in  my  eyes  you  were.  You  were  a  smart
kid,  a  great  brother,  a  wonderful  son,  a  cocky  little  bastard,  but  to  me  you  were
perfect. When you proved me wrong, I lost it. I’ve never been so scared in my life as I
was  that  morning,  Danny.  I  thought  I  was  going  to  lose  you  and  when  you  pulled
through  and  I  thought  about  how  easily  I  could  have  lost  you  over  something  so
stupid,” he paused, shaking his head, “I just lost it.”

“Things worked out,” he said, surprised by just how much it hurt him to hear his
father admit that he’d fucked up. For years he’d imagined this moment, imagined his
father taking the blame, but right now, for the first time since he’d come out of that
coma, he wished that his father would stop talking.

His father nodded. “For the most part, they did. The Marines did for you what I never
could, but at a cost.”

“Why did you stop talking to me?” he forced himself to ask.

“Because I didn’t know what to say to you without pushing you away again, Danny. I
just…..,” he shook his head, looking away, “I just didn’t know what to say that would
make what I did to you okay.”

“You didn’t do anything to me,” he said, sighing, because his father wasn’t to blame
for how his life had turned out. “You were right. I was cocky and when I fucked up I
acted like a spoiled brat and ran off, thinking that I was taking the easy way out with
the Marines. They taught me a great deal and helped me grow up.”

“I still pushed you away,” his father said, looking tormented. “I never should have
done that. I never should have done that…”

“Yes, you did, but so did I. We both fucked this up.”

His father raised his hand and laid it over his where it rested on Jodi’s hip. “I won’t
make that mistake again,” his father promised, giving his hand a squeeze.

He opened his mouth to promise his father the same when the small woman in his
arms cut him off.

“If you girls are done talking, I could really use a double chocolate donut.”

He looked up at his father just in time to catch the panicked expression on his face.

Chapter 1

Orlando, Florida

“You shouldn’t be carrying that,” Ethan said with a smile and a wink as he took the
large bag from her and carried it the rest of the way to the rental car she’d been using
for the last couple of months.

“Thank you,” Jodi said, trying to force a smile for him, but unfortunately it came out as a
grimacewhenthebabiesthatshewascarryingdecidedtostartkicking,whichunfortunately
hitherbladderinjusttherightway.

“What’swrong?”heaskedashissmilequicklymorphedintoalookofconcern.Hedroppedthe
baghewascarryingandrushedbacktoherside,placingahandoverthelargebabybump,
thatwasactuallystartingtoconcernher,andoneonherback.

“It’s fine,” she said with a heavy sigh as she looked back over her shoulder and nearly
whimpered, because she was going to have to walk all the way back to the house and
use the bathroom, again. “I just need a minute,” she explained with a sad little pout
that had Ethan chuckling, earning a murderous glare that was quickly changed into a
wince as the boys kicked her bladder, harder.

“I’ll wait,” he said, gesturing back to the house and looking amused, which was either
gonna get his ass kicked or make her start crying.

And crying it was…

With a sniffle that she may have done on purpose to make him feel bad for laughing
at her, she slowly turned around and started the long walk back into the house.
Twenty minutes later and two additional trips to the bathroom, she was finally in the
car and heading towards the hospital.

“Whatareyourplanswhenyougethome?”heasked,bringupthetopicthattherestofthe
Bradfords,andDannyforthatmatter,hadbeenavoidingsinceitwasdiscoveredthatshewas
pregnant.

She had absolutely no idea.

Well,  that  wasn’t  exactly  true.  She  knew  what  she  wanted  to  do,  but  since  Danny
hadn’t brought it up and he was going to be busy recuperating when they went home
she didn’t think that was going to happen. Danny was a sweet guy, who loved her and
was excited about the babies, but he also needed time to heal and it wouldn’t be fair of
her  to  expect  to  deal  with  her  and  two  newborn  babies.  She’d  keep  her  apartment,
take  care  of  Danny  and  allow  him  some  time  to  do  what  he  needed  to  do  in  order  to
walk again.

She wasn’t going to make any suggestions or ask him for anything. She’d work until
she couldn’t any longer and then…

Sighs, she really had no idea what she would do, because she really didn’t want to
continue working at the library. It was a boring, stressful and a tedious job that made
her hate going to bed at night, because she knew that she had to go to work the next
day and it depressed the hell out of her.

“Are you going to move in with Danny?” he asked casually, making her frown a bit.

“No,”shesaidslowly,unabletohelpbutwonderwhyhewasaskingheraboutshakingupwith
hissoninsteadofsuggestingmarriage.

Didn’t most parents push for marriage when there was a baby on the way? Her father
had certainly been pushing for marriage since the moment that she found the courage
to call him and tell him that his unmarried daughter was knocked up. That phone call
hadn’t gone so well, which she’d been expecting. She’d expected a few comments about
him being disappointed in her and a few suggestions of what she should do.

Instead there was sobbing.

A lot of sobbing, which made it difficult to hear what her father was trying to say, but
she was able to piece enough of his blubbering and sobs to know that he was terrified
for her and wanted her to come home so that he could help take care of her. By the
end of the conversation, his sobbing had shifted and he’d told her that he couldn’t wait
to be a grandfather. Every day since that first phone call, he’d called twice a day to
make sure that she had everything that she needed.

“I picked up the anti-nausea medication for you, so you should be all set for the plane
ride,” Ethan said, making her sigh with relief, because she really hadn’t been looking
forward to see how motion sickness would affect her morning sickness.

“Thankyou,”shesaidwithasmallsmileasshesatthere,staringoutthewindow,tryingto
decidewhatsheshoulddoforherandtheirboys.

She should have never let that asshole have access to her bank account and credit
cards. It was by far the stupidest thing that she’d ever done. Well, besides agreeing to
go out on a date with him in the first place. God, she’d been so damn naïve to think
that he’d changed for her. It was definitely a life lesson, one that she never wanted to
repeat.

*-*-*-*

“What the hell did you do to her?” Danny demanded with a glare for the bastard
carrying his woman.

Jason snorted at that as he carefully placed Jodi on his lap, careful of the arms on the
wheelchair, which probably saved the bastard’s life. Danny pulled her closer and
cradled her in his arms. Keeping his eyes locked on the bastard who already looked
bored, he pressed a kiss to Jodi’s forehead. She mumbled something in her sleep as she
shifted in his arms and curled up closer to him.

“It wasn’t me,” Jason said, glancing around the terminal.

“Then who the hell was it?” he demanded, but Jason was too busy starring at the
small bakery down the hall to answer him so he shifted his glare onto the other
bastard.

“Wasn’t me,” Trevor said, following Jason’s gaze and licking his lips hungrily as his
eyes locked on the sight of extra large muffins and donuts.

“Thenwhowasit?”Dannysnapped,strugglingnottofollowtheirgaze.

“It was me,” his father admitted as he joined them, carrying a large white bag from
McDonald’sashedevouredwhatlookedlikeaneggsandwich,makingDanny’sstomachgrowl,
demandingthathewrestlethebagawayfromhisfatherandseewhatotherdeliciousmorsels
wereinthatbag.

“Whatdidyoudotoher?”hedemanded,strugglingnottolickhislipsandmakeamadgrabfor
thatbag.Itdidn’tmatterthathewasinawheelchairorthathisfatherwasoutofreach,he
wantedthatbag,hadtohaveit.

“I gave her a sedative,” his father announced with a careless shrug, making
everything inside him go still as he slowly, ever so slowly, looked down at the woman
sleeping in his arms and swallowed hard, wondering how long he had before
everything went to hell.

“Howlongagodidyougiveittoher?”hesomehowmanagedtogetoutashisheartspedupin
terroratthethoughtofthisbeautifulwomanterrorizingeveryoneontheplane,becausehis
fatherhadfoolishlydecidedtodrugher.

He couldn’t imagine what his father had been thinking when he gave her medication.
God, they’d be lucky if she didn’t try opening the emergency door and make a jump for
it, simply because she had a craving for a double chocolate donut. There was no way
that this was going to end without them landing on the “No Fly List.”

“Don’t worry,” his father said with a shrug as he reached into the bag and pulled out
two wrapped sandwiches and handed them to him, “she’ll be out for the entire trip.”

Shaking his head, he took the sandwiches, placed one on top of the large swell of Jodi’s
stomach before shoving the wrapper down on the sandwich in his hands and took a big
bite, not really tasting it as his mind raced with thoughts of everything that could,

and probably would, go wrong.

This definitely wasn’t going to end well, he thought absently with a groan of pleasure
when he realized that his father had given him an egg and bacon sandwich. After five
months of hospital food, this was like devouring a perfectly cooked steak with all the
sides. When Jason licked his lips and reached for his other sandwich, Danny shot his
asshole cousin a glare that said it all.

Danny would kill the bastard if he touched his Egg McMuffin sandwich.

“No,” his father simply said, earning a glare from Jason, who reluctantly dropped his
hand and took a step back.

“Selfish bastard,” Jason mumbled as he returned his attention to the bakery. When he
saw Trevor heading in that direction, his eyes narrowed to slits and he would swear to
his dying day that the asshole actually growled.

“Whythehellwouldyougivehermedication?”Dannyaskedhisfatherashedevouredthefirst
sandwichandmovedontothesecond.

“It will be fine. Trust me,” his father said, sounding smug as he bit into another
sandwich.

“Whywouldyougivehermedicationwhenwe’reabouttogoonaplane?Youjustfuckedusall
over!”hesnappedathisfatherashefinishedhissandwichinonebite.Keepinghisarmlocked
aroundJodisothatshedidn’tfalloffhislap,heheldouthishandinsilentdemand.

When his father shook his head and grabbed another sandwich, Danny did what he
had to do. “I’ll tell mom,” he threatened, earning a look of disgust from his father even
as he reluctantly handed over the last two sandwiches.

Narrowing his eyes on his father, he gestured with the sandwiches in his hand to the
large bag in his father’s hand. “What’s in the bag?”

His father’s eyes narrowed dangerously on him as he said, “Nothing.”

“He’s lying. I can smell hash browns, pancakes, bacon, maple syrup, eggs and orange
juice,” Jason said accusingly even as he licked his lips and reached for the-

“My bag!” his father snapped, hugging the bag to his chest as he took a step back.

“Really?” Danny asked casually as he tossed his cousin one of the sandwiches and bit
into the other one as he considered his father.

“Yes!”his father hissed as he hugged the bag tightly against his chest as he shifted his
terrified gaze between Danny and Jason.

Chapter 2

“See?” his father said smugly from the seat across the aisle from him. “I told you that
there was nothing to worry about.”

“It’sstillearly,”DannypointedoutabsentlywhileheplacedhishandonJodi’sbellyandgently
rubbedcirclesoverwheretheirbabyboysweremoving,wonderingwhenshewasgoingto
wakeupandifthepilotwasgoingtohavetomakeanemergencylanding.

“She’s fine,” his father said, gesturing to the flight attendant for a drink.

“We’llsee,”hemumbledasheshiftedhisgazebacktothedoorwherepassengerswerestill

ilingthrough,tryingtodecideifitwassafertogetherofftheplaneandintoahotelroom

wherehecouldkeepherlockedupforthenexttenterrifyinghoursofifheshouldjustgiveher
afewminutestowakeupandgetthemallthrownofftheplanebeforeithadachancetotake
off.

Twenty minutes later he was still surprised that she hadn’t opened her eyes, but by
the time the plane landed in Las Vegas he was absolutely terrified, because she was
still out cold.

*-*-*-*

Las Vegas, Nevada

“I’m going to need to know what you gave her, sir,” the head of airport security
demand, looking seriously pissed, but not as pissed as Danny was at that moment.

“Get the fuck out of my way!” Danny snapped, seconds away from ramming his wheelchair
intothedumbfucktryingtokeephimawayfromJodi.

“Sir, I need you to calm down,” the security officer said, but Danny was done
listening.

He locked the brakes on his wheelchair, grabbed hold of the arms and pushed himself
up,  determined  to  get  to  her,  but  before  he  could  move  his  legs  that  felt  like  dead
weight,  his  cousins  were  next  to  him,  shoving  him  back  in  his  chair.  Before  he  could
yell at them, Trevor was stepping behind his wheelchair and pushing him towards the
stretcher  where  Jodi  was  curled  up  on  her  side,  still  passed  out.  When  the  officer
didn’t get out of the way, Jason got in his face, glaring down at him and giving him no
other choice but to arrest Jason or to back off.

He backed off.

As soon as Danny was close to her, he was reaching out and cupping her face in his
trembling hands, terrified that he was going to lose her and their babies. She hadn’t

woken up, not once in the last eight hours and he was out of his mind with worry. She
should have woken up by now, caused a scene that required him to hold her on his lap,
but instead she’d just sat there on the plane, resting her head against his shoulder as
she slept.

“I’monlygoingtoaskyouonemoretime,sir.Whatdidyougiveher?”theof icerdemandedas
the EMTs pulled an oxygen tank out of one of the large green bags they’d carried into the
securityroomandbeganpreparingafacemask.

“And I’m going to tell you for the last fucking time,” his father snapped, gesturing
towards Jodi, “I only gave her baby aspirin!”

“She wouldn’t be out this long over baby aspirin, sir,” one of the officers pointed out,
which only pissed his father off.

“That’sDoctortoyou,asshole,”Jasonsaid,steppinguptoEthan’ssidewhileDannysatthere,
tryingnottopanic,butitwasdamnnearimpossible.

Christ, he couldn’t imagine his life without Jodi, without their babies. They needed to
pull through this, they needed to-

“Stop talking,” Jodi groaned, carefully turning on her side, grabbed the blanket one of the
EMTshadplacedontopofherandpulleditoverherhead.“Someofusaretryingtosleep
here.”

“What the hell?” one of the EMTs mumbled, looking just as shocked as everyone else.

“As I was trying to explain to you earlier, she does not react to medicine normally.”

“Apparently,” the other EMT said, shooting his partner a questioning look.

“Sleepy!” the woman that drove him out of his fucking mind growled, making him
chuckle, because he knew without a doubt that she was going to keep him on his toes
for the rest of their lives.

*-*-*-*

“Tink,youhavetogetoffthestretcher,”Dannysaid,butshejustignoredhimandsnuggledup
withthethinblanketthatsomeonehadthrownonherandtriedtogobacktosleep,butthe
persistentbastardrefusedtoallowhertogobacktosleep.

“Sweetheart, you have to get off the stretcher now.”

“Go away,” she muttered into the paper-thin pillow beneath her head.

“Sweetheart?” Danny said, giving her a gentle shake that she really didn’t appreciate,
not when she was this comfortable.

So, she did what she had to do. She reached back and started slapping weakly at his
hands to get him to go away. Instead of frightening him off with her deadly assault,
the large bastard merely laughed, taking her crankiness up another notch.

“I’msleeping!”shesnapped,soundingkindofwhinny,butshedidn’tcare,notwhenthejerk
thatshelovedwascomingbetweenherandmuchneededsleep.

“They need the stretcher now,” he explained as he slid his arms beneath her and carefully
pulledheroffthestretcher,instantlywakingherup.

“No,Danny!Yourback!”shesaid,terri iedthathewasgoingtohurthimselfandlandhimself
backinthehospitalforanotherfivemonths.

He smiled as he carefully placed her on his lap, careful not to place her too close to the
armrest so that it wouldn’t hurt her back. Once he had her in his lap, he put his arms
around her and kissed her neck.

“Are you still tired, sweetheart?”

“No,”shemumbledevenasshesnuggledinclosertohimandallowedhereyestoclose.“I’m
fine.”

*-*-*-*

“I want to hit a buffet,” Jason whined from the couch where he continued to flip
through the channels, looking for something to watch.

“You’re both banned from the buffets,” Danny pointed out absently as he reached over
and gently pushed back a strand of Jodi’s hair.

“We’re also banned from Las Vegas,” Trevor pointed out. “Yet, here we are,” he said,
sighing heavily as he reached over and stole the remote from Jason.

“As long as we stay out of trouble we should be fine,” his father said as he took his
stethoscope out and carefully placed it on Jodi’s stomach to check on the babies,
making sure to jump out of her way when Jodi slapped at him in her sleep and tried to
roll over.

“We’re going to get caught,” Jason said, reaching back over and snatched the remote away
from Trevor, earning a glare from the large bastard, but Jason simply ignored him and
returnedhisattentionbacktoflippingaimlesslythroughthechannels.

“We’re fine as long as we stay here and don’t draw attention to ourselves,” his father
said, chuckling when he placed his hand on Jodi’s stomach and the babies began
pushing against his hand.

“Basically, we’re going to starve to death,” Jason said with a glare in his direction.

“Man the fuck up,” Danny said, raising himself up on his hands so that he could scoot
down the bed and lay down beside his beautiful wife.

Not that she was probably going to remember that they were married, not since
they’d sort of rushed from the airport to the nearest all night chapel and convinced the
Justice of the Peace, or whatever the hell they were called in Vegas, to ignore the fact
that Jodi was sleeping and marry them with a little intimidation and five hundred
bucks.

Whenever the JP needed her to answer a question, he managed to jostle her just
enough to make her mutter something about chocolate donuts and jelly. When he
asked her to repeat herself, his father and cousins reassured him that she’s agreed to
everything and was overwhelmed with joy. When the JP hesitated, Jason and Trevor
simply folded their arms over their chest and glared until the JP was able to see their
side of things and continued the ceremony.

Fifteen  minutes  later,  they  were  married  and  Jodi  was  curled  up  on  his  lap  softly
snoring while his father paid off the JP and Trevor and Jason made a run for it when
casino  security,  who’d  just  happened  to  be  walking  by,  spotted  them  and  yelled,
“Bradford!”  tripping  over  his  own  two  feet  as  he  attempted  to  get  away.  His  father
may have made an attempt to get away as well, leaving him to fend for himself, which
he was fine with since that was the Bradford motto when it came to possible bans and
restraining order violations.

By the time the police showed up, all they’d found was a man in a wheelchair holding
his exhausted pregnant wife in his arms and the JP quietly sobbing in the corner,
trembling and telling himself that everything was going to be okay.

Thankfully the cops didn’t ask for his ID. When they saw the Marine tattoo and his
special ops team motto on his arm they relaxed. At that point they’d realized that he
was an injured vet and had made sure that they got to their hotel safely where he’d
been forced to use Jodi’s ID to check in since he was technically banned.

Okay, it wasn’t “technically” since he’d contributed to the ban that got every Bradford
in  the  world  banned  from  Las  Vegas,  but  he  hadn’t  been  the  one  that  started  it.  The
large  bastard  pouting  on  the  couch  had  started  it  all  just  because  a  five  year  old  had
taken  the  last  Oreo  at  the  chocolate  fondue  station  at  a  buffet.  Not  that  he  wouldn’t
have the done the same thing, but at least he would have been prepared for the kick
to the shin the kid had dished out after he’d swiped the cookie from his plate.

Then again, he also wouldn’t have tried to cut in front of that old woman with the
walker. God, he still cringed to this day when he thought about what she did to Jason
with that walker and the shrimp skewer. At least it hadn’t left a scar. Not that he’d
actually asked Jason to drop his pants and show him or anything.

“Can we order food? I’m starving,” Jason asked, giving up on trying to find something
to watch and tossed the remote over to Trevor.

“Youjustate,”Dannypointedout,notmentioningthathecouldusealittlesomethingtoeat,
too.

Had it really been an hour since they’d eaten? They were all going to fucking starve at
this rate.

“And your point is?” Jason asked with a long-suffering sigh that let them all know
that the bullshit was far from over.

“We can’t draw attention to ourselves,” his father said, pulling the covers up and
tucking Jodi in.

She  murmured  something  in  her  sleep,  rolled  over  onto  her  side  and  snuggled  up
against  him.  She  reached  over  and  curled  around  him  as  she  released  a  sweet  little
sigh  that  had  him  wishing  that  they  had  their  own  room  so  that  he  could  curl  up
behind her and hold her. But, they couldn’t risk it.

They’d come here to get married, hop back on a plane and have a quick honeymoon in
California next year, but that couldn’t happen until Jodi was able to stay awake for
more than thirty seconds at a time. Which reminded him…

“Whythehelldidyougiveherbabyaspirin?”heaskedhisfather,wonderingthehelltheman
wouldgiveJodimedicine,knowinghowshenormallyreactedtomedicine.

“Ihadahunch,”wasallhisfathersaidbeforethingssuddenlytookaturnfortheworse.

One minute his wife was sound asleep and the next…she was…she was…oh, God, she
was…

“Get her off of me!”

Chapter 3

“Tink, get off him!”

“You son of a bitch!” she said, ignoring Danny as she tightened her hold around the large
bastardandtriedtobringhimdowntothegroundsothatshecouldbeattheshitoutofhim.

“Get her off me!” Jason yelled even as he placed his hands on her sides to keep her
safe as she continued her assault, but sadly her belly and the fact that she really
needed to use the bathroom kept her from giving him the beating that he deserved.

There was a putout sigh, and then she was carefully plucked off Jason and placed on
the floor. Eyes narrowed on the bastard, she moved to continue her assault when one
of the babies chose that moment to shift a little too far to the left and pressed down on
her bladder. Torn between killing the large bastard and really needing to use the
bathroom, she stood there for a few more seconds until she gave up and snapped,
“Bathroom?”

When Jason pointed to the door behind her, she shot him one last look, making sure to
put all the murderous thoughts into that expression before she turned around and
moved her ass, muttering absolutely everything that she was going to do to the large,
sneaky bastard after she was done.

Eager to return back to the room so that she could kick his ass for drugging her after
she’d refused the pills from Ethan, she used the bathroom, washed her hands, looked
in the mirror and groaned when she saw the state of her hair and clothes. Shifting
anxiously, she shot a glare at the closed door, anxious to renew her attack on the
bastard and then back to the mirror before shooting another quick glance at the door,
the need for revenge nearly overwhelming her need to take a shower.

Nearly.

It  was  close,  but  in  the  end  she  settled  for  shooting  one  last  glare  at  the  closed
bathroom door before she pulled off her clothes, tossed them aside, turned around and
came to a halt when she realized the bounty that awaited her. She’d never seen such a
beautiful  sight,  she  thought  was  she  took  in  the  large,  two  person  garden  tub  to  the
left before allowing her eyes to shift the right where a glass shower stall big enough to
fit at least ten people inside awaited for her. She looked from one promising escape to
the  other  before  she  decided  with  a  sigh  that  she  was  just  going  to  have  to  simply
enjoy them both before she beat the living hell out of Jason for sneaking the medicine
that she’d refused to take into the yogurt he’d tricked her into eating.

She should have known better than to accept food from a Bradford, especially Jason.
But that was okay, because she would get the little bastard back, but later, much
later. Right now she had a decadent shower to take, followed by a long soothing bath

and a delicious dinner, she thought with a smile when she spotted the telephone by
the bathtub.

*-*-*-*

“We need to leave,” Jason stressed as he continued to wear a path in the rug.

“As soon as she comes out of the bathroom,” Danny promised him, shooting another
nervous glance down at his watch, more than aware of what could happen if they
didn’t leave soon.

“She’s been in there for over an hour,” Trevor pointed out, looking just as nervous as
the rest of them and for damn good reason.

They’d already been here too long and if they didn’t leave soon, the Bradford curse
would kick in and they’d all be fucked. This wasn’t their honeymoon and they’d taken
great pains to make sure that it wasn’t mistaken for one, anything to avoid the curse
that seemed to hit every Bradford that was foolish enough to take his wife on their
honeymoon before the year mark was up.

While most of the men in his family thought that the Bradford curse was bullshit, he
knew  better.  He’d  seen  the  curse  hit  his  uncles  and  cousins  enough  times  over  the
years  to  know  better  than  to  risk  it.  When  he  took  Jodi  on  a  honeymoon  it  would  be
well  after  the  one-year  when  the  curse  couldn’t  touch  them  and  he  could  take  her
anywhere that she wanted to go without having to worry about one of them ending up
in the hospital or stranded out in the woods being chased by coyotes.

That wasn’t happening to them.

No fucking way.

That’s why he’d taken precautions and made sure that this trip was in now way
interpreted as a honeymoon. He’d brought his dad, pain in the ass cousins, rented only
one hotel room, slept on the other bed and only allowed himself to hold her when they
weren’t alone, terrified that he’d do something that would be misinterpreted by
whatever the hell this thing was that had fucked with their family for generations.

It was the same reason that he hadn’t followed his wife into that bathroom when he’d
heard the shower being turned on, because being alone in a room with his wife after
all these months when she was naked and wet was definitely going to cause him to do
something that would turn this into a real honeymoon.

He shifted uncomfortably in his wheelchair as he tried to think about something
besides Jodi, naked and wet and so fucking tight that-

“Weneedtogetgoing,”Jasonrepeated,cuttingintothedirtythoughtsrunningthroughhis

mind, which unfortunately were the only things he’d been allowed to have these past few
monthssincesexhadbeenoffthetableforhim.

Then again, it really wouldn’t have mattered if sex hadn’t been placed at the top of the
list  of  restrictions  since  he’d  been  stuck  in  a  hospital  bed.  Not  that  he  hadn’t
considered paying off one of the custodians to keep the nurses away from his room so
that  he  could  have  a  little  alone  time  with  Jodi,  but  every  time  he  went  to  make  his
move,  one  of  his  relatives  that  was  staying  in  the  rental  house  with  her  would  show
up and destroy his plans.

So, it had been five months, five very fucking long months since he’d felt her silky
walls close tightly around him and some days he’d thought he’d fucking die if he went
another five seconds without experiencing that again. He could do that right now, he
realized, licking his lips in anticipation. All he had to do was ask his father to give him
a few minutes, tell his cousins to fuck off and he could finally have her again.

He could roll his wheelchair into that bathroom, pull his clothes off, start the tub and
invite his wife to sit on his lap and finally give them both what they’d been craving
since the moment he woken up in the hospital and saw her. Okay, maybe not the
moment that he’d first woken up since he’d been in pain, drugged out of his mind and
out of it and she of course had been high on Tylenol, threatening to beat the shit out of
his brothers and cousins and wiggling that beautiful little ass of hers in his face.

God, he loved her ass, he thought, licking his lips hungrily as he thought about just
how round it was now. Softer, curvier, fuller, he thought, shifting uneasily in his seat
as his thoughts shifted to her breasts. They were fuller now, hanging a bit lower and
just begging for his hands and mouth.

He licked his lips, just thinking about how good it would feel to wrap his lips around
one of her full nipples as he slid a finger inside her wet, welcoming pu-

“Someone needs to get her so that we can go!” Trevor said impatiently as he shoved his

ingersthroughhishairandonceagaintorehimawayfromhisthoughts,whichwasforthe

best,hetoldhimselfevenashemadeamentalnotetokickhiscousin’sassoncetheygotback
home.

“We’regoingtomissourplane,”Jasonadded,shiftingaroundnervouslyasheglancedaround
theroom,lookingasthoughheexpectedsomethingtojumpoutoftheshadowsandattack
thematanysecond.

Since he knew exactly what would happen if he came within five feet of that
bathroom door, he glanced over at his father. With a nod of understanding, or perhaps
it was fear, his father walked over to the door and after a slight hesitation, he
knocked on the door.

“Jodi, sweetheart? We have to get going,” his father said, clearing his throat
uncomfortably as he waited for her response.

She didn’t make them wait long, which as it turned out was rather unfortunate,
especially since he was stuck in a wheelchair and wasn’t able to make an escape as
fast as the others.

And God, how he wished he’d been able to run at that moment.

When Jodi opened that bathroom door, looking seriously pissed off in that towel that
was showing him a lot of cleavage and hip, his hands went to the wheels of his
wheelchair, prepared to roll himself away to safety, but that look of warning that she
was giving him stopped him from making any sudden movements.

“Is there a reason that I’m wearing a wedding band?” his beautiful, loving, sweet, and
hopefully forgiving wife asked through clenched teeth with her eyes narrowed to slits,
making her eyes look somewhat terrifying.

Wow, was she pissed, he numbly mused as he watched her raise one dainty foot to
move in his direction, most likely to kill him or go for his balls…

He’d prefer that she kill him, he decided as his mind raced to find something, anything
that would save his ass from the beating that in retrospect he probably had coming
when he decided to take the coward’s way out like any sane man would when facing
his pregnant, hormonal and seriously pissed off wife.

He placed a hand over his stomach where a fresh scar now bisected the others and
groaned in pain, knowing and really not caring at the moment that he was most likely
going to hell for this, but if it saved his balls then so be it.

Chapter 4

“Oh, shit,” Danny said, placing his hand over his stomach as he cringed in pain,
startling her into rushing to his side.

“Are you okay?” she asked nervously, trying to resist the urge to move his hand aside
and place hers over his scar so that she wasn’t standing here feeling so damn helpless.

When he shook his head, she opened her mouth to tell him that everything was going
to be okay and that she was going to go get his father when she saw it. The movement
was small, but it was more than enough to let her know that the large bastard was
faking it to save his ass, which shouldn’t have amused her, but sadly, it did.

He shot another peek up at her to see if she was buying his bullshit story so of course
she  decided  to  play  along.  She  wasn’t  exactly  sure  why  she’d  decided  to  play  along
with  this  little  game  of  his,  but  it  probably  had  something  to  do  with  the  fact  that
after  five  months  she  was  finally  in  a  room  alone  with  him  without  having  to  worry
about nurses, doctors, orderlies and Bradfords walking in on them.

Speaking of Bradfords…

“Let’s get you on the bed,” she said softly with a reassuring smile that he seemed to
buy since he reluctantly nodded with a long drawn out sigh that nearly made her roll
her eyes.

He  really  had  nothing  on  Jason,  who’d  made  making  annoying  sounds  into  an  art
form,  she  decided  as  she  carefully  rolled  his  wheelchair  over  to  the  bed  that  she’d
found  herself  sleeping  in  not  too  long  ago  and  set  the  breaks.  Keeping  one  hand
pressed  against  his  stomach,  he  slowly  raised  one  leg  and  then  the  other  and  pushed
the  foot  pedals  aside  so  that  he  could  place  his  feet  on  the  floor.  As  he  stood  up  and
carefully  pivoted  to  the  side  so  that  he  could  lie  down,  he  made  another  attempt  at
sounding pitiful, which nearly had her sighing, because really, this was just pathetic.

“Are you okay? Can I get you anything?” she asked with a tender smile as she casually
unlocked his wheelchair and rolled it to the other side of the hotel room, well out of his
reach.

“No, I’ll be okay. I just need to lay here for a little while,” he said, making sure to
sound appropriately miserable as he laid there with both hands over his stomach,
groaning in misery as she walked over to the door and casually set the locks, making
sure that they weren’t going to be disturbed.

“You poor thing,” she said with a sympathetic frown as she turned around and headed
back towards the bed where Danny now lay, groaning miserably even as he continued
to sneak quick glances at her to see if she was still buying it.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and take a nap?” she suggested, which of course
earned a sigh of relief that he tried to bite back, but not fast enough.

“If you think it would help,” the big fibber said, sounding unhappy about it, but that
little smile of satisfaction as he grabbed another pillow, stuffed it under his head and
closed his eyes said otherwise.

Shaking  her  head,  because  he  really  just  couldn’t  pull  it  off  like  Jason  could,  she
double-checked  the  locks  on  the  door.  She  reached  over  and  dimmed  the  lights,  idly
wondering  where  they  were.  Not  that  she  really  cared,  she  thought  as  she  ran  an
appreciative eye over Danny’s body.

She should care about a lot of other things right now as well, like why they were
there, why Ethan and Jason felt the need to drug her, what day it was, why there was
a wedding ring on her finger-

Okay,  so  she  definitely  cared  about  that  one,  she  decided  as  her  gaze  landed  on  the
matching  one  on  his  ring  finger.  She  paused  halfway  to  the  bed  and  glanced  around
the  room,  noting  the  two  double  beds  that  looked  well  used,  the  mini  bar,  the  folded
blankets  and  pillows  on  the  end  of  the  long  couch  behind  her,  the  floor  to  ceiling
curtains that were closed before finally returning to the man on the bed.

They apparently had a lot to talk about, but it could wait until later. Right now she
had other things on her mind and none of them had to with talking.

*-*-*-*

No one would believe that he’d once led an elite force of Marines if they saw him now,
lying  on  the  bed,  pretending  to  be  asleep  just  to  escape  his  pregnant  wife’s
unpredictable  mood  swings.  Then  again,  the  first  thing  that  he’d  been  taught  in
training  was  to  know  when  to  retreat.  He  just  wished  that  he’d  used  some  of  that
training wisely and had made a hasty retreat out the door with his father and cousins
instead of putting himself at the mercy of his pregnant wife.

God,  please  don’t  let  her  start  crying,  he  prayed,  not  normally  a  very  religious  man,
but  if  it  would  save  him  from  hearing  her  cry  then  he  would  do  absolutely  anything.
There  were  few  things  in  life  that  he  couldn’t  handle  and  seeing  Jodi  cry  was  one  of
them  and  unfortunately  for  him  and  all  the  men  in  his  family,  who  also  couldn’t
stomach the idea of a woman crying, she cried a lot.

He really wasn’t sure if this was normal or not, but he wasn’t willing to risk his balls
by mentioning it to her. Whenever she cried he felt like the biggest asshole on earth,
mostly because his brothers and cousins would shoot him glares telling him that they
thought he was the biggest asshole in the world for making her cry. He felt so fucking
helpless when she cried, which probably had more to do with the fact that everything

he said and did to make her feel better usually resulted in making it worse.

Every time she saw a baby, she cried.

Every time he smiled at her, she cried.

Every time she had ice cream, she cried.

Every time she was tired, she cried.

She tried to fight it every fucking time. He saw it in the stubborn set of her jaw, the
way  that  she  tried  to  focus  on  something  else,  but  nothing  worked.  Absolutely
nothing.  He’d  learned  months  ago  to  just  shut  his  mouth,  open  his  arms  and  let  her
quietly sob against his chest while she apologized for crying. One time he’d made the
mistake  of  telling  her  that  it  wasn’t  her  fault  and  that  it  was  normal  for  pregnant
woman to feel a bit emotional…

That hadn’t ended well for him.

It was also something that he tried not to think about, mostly because it still gave him
nightmares. It was probably something that he would need years of therapy to recover
from, but he’d most likely just work through the emotional pain by binge eating, he
absently thought as he laid there, noting that it was quiet.

Really quiet.

She wasn’t crying, which was all that mattered, he told himself, but even as he
continued to lay there with his eyes closed, waiting for her to make a sound, any
sound that would clue him into her mood, he couldn’t help but promise to turn his life
around if he made it through this in one piece.

That  was  of  course  after  he  hunted  his  father  and  cousins  down  and  killed  the
bastards  for  sacrificing  his  ass  so  that  they  could  make  a  clean  get  away.  Seriously,
what kind of asshole left a disabled vet alone with a hormonal, pregnant woman, who
in  theory  had  every  right  to  be  pissed  off  when  she  found  out  that  they’d  not  only
drugged her, taken her across state lines, but also managed to marry her all without
her knowledge?

Only an asshole in his family would do something this fucked up, he decided, debating
whether or not he should risk cracking open one eye to see what she was doing. If she
was grabbing something to turn him into a eunuch then it would probably be for the
best if he saw that one coming so that he could roll off the bed and drag himself to the
door with the hopes that someone walking by would hear his cries for help and save
him before it was too late.

Yet, even knowing that there was a very good possibility that he might end up singing

soprano for the rest of his life if he didn’t move his ass wasn’t enough to help him
overcome the terror that kept him frozen on the spot. He’d dealt with a lot of fucked
up things when he’d served in the Marines, but none of the shit that he’d gone
through during the war had ever terrified him as much as not knowing what his wife
was about to do to him.

He was fucking pathetic, but even knowing that wasn’t enough to make him man up
and open his eyes. Maybe if he played dead she would take pity on him and leave him
alone? But, he knew better than to wish for the impossible.

Forcing himself to open his eyes, after several long seconds of debating the pros and
cons of living the rest of his life as a coward trapped on this bed, he slowly opened his
eyes and groaned when Jodi’s soft lips gently brushed against his.

“I missed this,” she whispered against his lips, sighing with pleasure as she moved
over him until she was straddling his lap and the smooth curve of her belly brushed
against him.

“I missed you,” he found himself whispering back, loving the way that her lips curled
against his as he placed his hand on the swell of her stomach and groaned when he his
hand was met warm, bare skin.

“I didn’t go anywhere,” she reminded him as she teased his bottom lip as he traced her
curves that were a hell of a lot fuller than he remembered while she continued to
brush her lips teasingly against his.

“No,”heagreedwithachucklethatwasofapainedgroanasheslowlytracedhis ingertips
overthesmallofherbackanddownthecurveofherbottom,“butyouwereontheverytopof
my‘OffLimits,’list.”

“Iwastakenoffthatlistamonthago,”shepointedoutwithalittlemoanofpleasurethatas
shesettledmorecomfortablyontopofhim,causingthepartofhimthathadmissedherthe
most to harden, desperate to feel her sheath tightening around him as he slid inside her
beautifulbody,butunfortunatelyhecouldn’tallowthattohappen.

Not if he wanted to get her home safely.

They had to stop now before it was too late, which unfortunately, it probably already
was,  but  he  had  to  try  to  stop  this  before  it  went  any  further.  When  she  turned  her
head  to  deepen  the  kiss,  he  already  knew  that  it  was  probably  too  late,  but  even
though  he  knew  that  it  was  probably  pointless  to  try  and  stop  this  before  something
happened that they couldn’t come back from.

Since telling his extremely pregnant wife, who was known to sometimes overreact to
the smallest things, that he wasn’t going to make love to her after waiting all this
time probably wouldn’t go well. He decided to take another approach, one that was

Chapter 5

“We have to go!” Danny snapped impatiently from where he sat on the other side of the
showerdoorinhiswheelchair,stillglaringatherashetriedtorushhertomoveherbuttso
thattheycouldleaveandheadtotheairport,butthiswasVegas!

She’d never been to Vegas, but she’d always wanted to and now that they were here,
he wanted to leave?

Not a chance!

Not that she was a hardcore gambler or even had any interests in gambling. She’d
already learned her lesson not to about parting so easily with her money and promised
herself a million times a day that she would never do it again. So, finding a casino and
emptying out the meager savings that she’d been able to save thanks to Ethan’s help
was not on the agenda.

No,  what  she  wanted  to  do,  well,  more  like  needed  to  do,  was  to  find  a  buffet  and
thankfully  Las  Vegas  was  famous  for  them.  As  much  as  she’d  like  to  say  that  she’d
never  been  this  hungry  before,  sadly,  she  couldn’t.  It  seemed  as  though  every  single
minute  of  the  day  she  was  on  the  verge  of  starving.  It  didn’t  matter  how  much  she
ate,  if  she  was  tired,  sleepy  or  crying  hysterically  because  she’d  made  the  mistake  of
going on YouTube to watch cute animal clips, she felt like she was always starving.

She could be eating a large pizza along with a family order of meatballs and spaghetti,
garlic  bread  and  she  would  still  be  starving,  wondering  when  the  main  course  was
going  to  be  ready.  No  matter  how  many  times  Danny  or  one  of  his  relatives  told  her
that  this  was  normal,  she  was  terrified  that  she  was  going  to  end  up  being  the
spokesperson for a Richard Simmon’s video.

Of  course  there  that  other  part  of  her,  the  part  that  lived  in  every  woman,  that  was
ecstatic  over  the  possibility  of  being  able  to  eat  whatever  she  wanted,  whenever  she
wanted  without  worrying  about  getting  fat.  It  was  a  dream  come  true,  one  that  she
fully  planned  on  taking  advantage  of,  regardless  of  the  man  trying  to  rush  her
through  her  second  shower  of  the  day.  Not  that  she  felt  like  she  needed  it,  but  it
seemed to calm the babies down so that she could focus on other things…

Like exploring Las Vegas, something that the men who’d dragged her here seemed
hell-bent against happening, especially the man demanding that she move her cute
little ass so that they could go home.

She  considered  arguing  with  him,  but  thanks  to  the  last  five  months  she’d  spent
sharing  a  rental  home  with  Bradfords  she  knew  that  the  direct  approach  was  never
going to work with him. She’d learned a lot from his family and she was going to use
every  single  trick  that  she’d  picked  up  from  them  over  the  last  few  months  to  get

what she wanted now.

And  right  now  she  needed  to  hit  at  least  five  buffets  in  order  to  appease  the  babies
making  their  demands  known  by  taking  turns  nudging  her.  One  thing  she’d  learned
over the past couple of months, every Bradford male could sense when there was food
around. It didn’t matter if it was in a plastic container, in the fridge, in a box or in an
airtight  sealed  bag,  if  there  was  food  around  and  it  was  still  semi-edible,  a  Bradford
would find it and since she was carrying two Bradfords…

They were on high alert and letting her know exactly what they wanted, which meant
that she was going to have to do whatever it took to get it. Taking everything that
she’d learned about dealing with Bradfords, she did what she had to do.

*-*-*-*

“Do  something!”  his  father  snapped,  looking  completely  helpless  while  he  sat  there
doing  his  best  not  to  roll  his  eyes  while  his  beautiful,  very  pregnant  wife  sat  on  his
lap,  wearing  one  of  his  shirts  and  gym  shorts  as  she  laid  her  head  against  his
shoulder, rubbing her stomach and quietly, oh so quietly, cried.

“Thisisfuckinginsulting,”Jasonsaid,sighingheavilyasherubbedthebackofhisneckand
gaveJodiapityinglook.

“What can we do, sweetheart?” his father, apparently the biggest pushover in the
world, asked as he dropped to his knees besides Danny’s wheelchair and took Tink’s
small, dainty little hand in his. “Tell me what I can do?”

“This is fucking embarrassing,” Trevor added, shaking his head in disgust as he sat on the
edgeofthebed,givingJodialookthatclearlysaiditall.

She was trying to play the wrong men.

A small sniffle.

“What is it?” his father asked, sounding desperate to do whatever it took to put an end
this sad display.

“Well,” Jodi said with an over-the-top sniffle that he just couldn’t ignore any longer
and rolled his eyes, because this was seriously fucking pathe-

“Iwashopingthatwecouldgotooneofthebuffetsandgetsomethingtoeat,”shemumbled
with another one of those over-the-top snif les as she looked up, letting her bottom lip
trembleatadtoomuch,butthatwasokay,becauseJasonandTrevorweremorethanhappy
totakeover.

“When’sthelasttimethatsheate?”Jasonasked,kneelinginfrontofDanny’swheelchairwith

aconcernedexpressiononhisfaceashecarefullyplacedhishandoverJodi’swhereitrested
onthelargeswellofherbelly.

“Poor thing must be starving,” Trevor added with just the right amount of concern as
he took a knee besides Jason and placed his hand on the other side of Jodi’s belly.

“I am,” Jodi whispered with another sniffle that really was just too much, because
there was no fucking way that his father was going to take a chance of getting them
arrested, not with Jodi pregnant and him in a wheelchair.

“We can grab something on the way to the airport,” he said firmly with a glare for his
asshole cousins who already knew better.

Hell,  they’d  already  been  through  this  themselves  and  knew  better  to  prolong  this
trip.  He  needed  to  get  her  home  immediately  before  anything  seriously  fucked  up
happened.  He’d  already  come  close  to  fucking  this  up  an  hour  ago  when  he  seriously
considered yanking his zipper down, freeing him himself so that he could fuck her, not
giving  a  damn  about  the  repercussions.  This  was  only  supposed  to  be  a  quick  stop,  a
fun way for them to get married before heading straight home before the curse could
get them, but now…

Now it might be too late.

*-*-*-*

“Anotherscoopplease,”shesaid,keepingonehandpressedagainstherlowerbackandone
gentlyrubbingherstomach,promisingherbabiesthatthewaitwouldsoonbeover.

Jason chuckled as he scooped more mashed potatoes onto her plate. Without being
asked, he added corn, barbeque chicken and biscuits to her plate. When he couldn’t fit
anymore on her plate, Trevor stepped up to his side and started filling another one for
her. With a wink and a smile, he said, “Zoe always needed two plates at a time when
she was pregnant.”

“Thank  you,”  she  mumbled  with  a  watery  smile  that  he  unfortunately  knew  was  all
too  real.  His  incredibly  beautiful,  pregnant  wife  was  overly  sensitive  these  days  and
the  littlest  things  seemed  to  set  her  off,  he  thought,  unable  to  help  but  smile  as  his
realized that she was finally his for good.

There would be no more shouting matches with nurses or doctors about visiting hours
because they weren’t married, no more nights of falling asleep alone, willing to give up
his very soul just to feel her in his arms, or living in terror that she would realize the
full implications of being with a Bradford and make a run for it. She was his now and-

“Somethingfeelswrong,”hisfatherannouncedashesteppedupnexttohim,whichinitself
wasn’t at all alarming since Bradfords were a bunch of paranoid bastards when it came to

buffetsandplacesthatthey’vebeenbannedfrom.

No,  what  alarmed  him  was  the  fact  that  his  father  was  standing  next  to  him  at  a
buffet  without  a  plate  of  food  in  his  hands  when  most  Bradfords  would  be  loading  as
much food as possible onto their plates before the manager figured out who they were.
Telling  himself  that  his  father  was  just  being  overprotective,  he  glanced  back  at  his
wife  and  cousins  to  find  them  talking  and  smiling  as  they  moved  onto  the  pasta
station.

There was nothing strange about the way they were behaving, but he couldn’t shake
the feeling that his father was right. Something felt…off.

“Did you do something to initiate the curse?” his father asked with a frown as he
continued to watch the trio load various pasta entrees onto their plates.

“No,”hesaidslowlyashethoughtabouthisnakedwifestraddlinghislap,kissinghiminaway
that should be a sin as he ran his hands over her generous curves that he fully planned on
acquainting himself with as soon as they were safely back home and didn’t have to worry
aboutthisfuckingcursegettingthem.

“Are you sure?” his father asked, his frown deepening as he glanced around the large
restaurant.

No, he really wasn’t, but since admitting that wouldn’t exactly be helpful at the
moment, he decided to keep his mouth shut and hope for the best. Hoping to change
the subject, he grabbed two plates off the end table and gestured towards the carving
station.

Thankfully his father was a Bradford and didn’t exactly require much prompting to
get him to shift his focus back onto the food surrounding them. As his father pushed
him along the line, filling their plates to the brim with food, Danny kept a close eye on
his wife, looking for any signs of the curse.

When Jodi sat down a few minutes later, smiling at something that Trevor said, he
felt himself relax. There was no way that this trip could be mistaken for anything but
an errand. They’d come here to get married before they went home where Jodi’s
father was waiting with a Priest and a church full of people to see them get married in
uncomfortable clothes and to toast them with overpriced champagne.

That simply wasn’t the Bradford way.

No matter how many times he’d explained how a traditional Bradford wedding
happened, Jodi’s father, a really stubborn son of a bitch who’d promised to kick his ass
one second for knocking his daughter up and the next threatened to get a shotgun and
blow his balls off if he didn’t do right by Jodi, refused to listen to reason. He wanted
his daughter to have a proper wedding and was willing to do whatever it took to make

that happen no matter what Danny or any of his relatives told him.

Bradford  weddings  were  tricky,  which  basically  meant  that  if  the  marriage  didn’t
occur  through  a  desperate  act  such  as  your  basic  Bradford  kidnapping,  then  the
marriage  didn’t  have  a  chance  in  hell  of  making  it  past  a  year.  Over  the  past  two
hundred  years  any  Bradford  that  had  made  the  mistake  of  proposing  and  actually
going through with a church wedding where everything was planned, invitations were
sent out and a small fortune had been spent had regretted it.

The  marriage  either  didn’t  happen,  because  the  bride  was  caught  fucking  someone
before the reception, the groom was too drunk to go through with it, or the rest of the
Bradfords  decided  to  knock  some  sense  into  the  dumb  bastard  and  stop  him  from
making  a  huge  mistake.  The  few  marriages  that  occurred  through  a  traditional
wedding hadn’t lasted even a year, most ending before the first month was over.

Since  Danny  fully  planned  on  keeping  Jodi,  he’d  refused  to  allow  his  father-in-law  to
fuck  this  up  for  him.  There  was  a  tradition  to  uphold  and  he’d  made  damn  sure  that
he’d done everything by the book to make damn sure that this marriage wasn’t going
to  end  in  divorce,  or  worse,  in  the  ICU.  Bradfords  might  only  be  capable  of  marrying
when they were out of their fucking minds, desperate to make whatever woman was
foolish enough to fall in love with them their wives, but they didn’t take any risks and
taking a honeymoon before the year mark was definitely a fucking risk.

It was a risk that he hadn’t been willing to take.

So, when he’d schemed and planned this elopement, he’d made damn sure that there
was absolutely no way in hell that this trip could be mistaken for a honeymoon. Not
only had he brought his father and cousins to ensure that they were never alone, but
he’d also managed to keep his hands to himself.

For  the  most  part,  but  since  he’d  stopped  himself  before  he’d  seriously  considered
consummating  their  marriage,  they  should  be  safe,  he  reasoned  as  he  pulled  his
wheelchair  up  to  the  large  table  where  his  wife  and  cousins  sat,  focusing  completely
on their plates and ignoring each other, which definitely worked for him since it gave
him a little more time to figure out how to explain why they were here to-

“So,” Jodi said, pausing to take a sip of chocolate milk before she placed her glass on
the table and locked her eyes on him, “are you ready to tell me exactly why we’re here
and why we’re suddenly sporting matching wedding bands?”

And just like that, he knew that his carefully orchestrated plans had just gone to hell
and they’d be fucking lucky if they didn’t follow.

Chapter 6

Sighing,  because  she  really  wasn’t  sure  what  else  there  was  to  do,  Jodi  carefully
pushed  her  chair  back  and  decided  to  get  another  plate  of  food  while  Danny  and  the
rest  of  the  Bradford  men  sat  there,  trying  to  avoid  making  eye  contact  with  her  and
looking absolutely terrified.

Not  that  she  could  blame  them  since  she  did  have  a  tendency  to  cry  over  the  littlest
things  these  days.  Not  that  she  was  proud  of  this  or  anything,  but  it  was  kind  of
interesting  to  see  a  bunch  of  Bradfords  fall  all  over  themselves  to  get  her  to  stop
crying,  or  when  that  didn’t  work,  watching  them  beat  the  shit  out  of  each  other  as
they  tried  to  get  away,  more  than  willing  to  screw  each  other  over  in  an  attempt  to
get away from her before she turned her sad eyes filled with tears on them.

Since they clearly expected whatever they were keeping from her to make her cry, she
decided that it would probably be a good idea to prepare herself for the worst with the
help of the dessert tables. They’d obviously taken advantage of her drug intolerance,
brought her to Vegas, helped Danny marry her and for whatever reason they were
now doing everything they could to avoid talking about it.

She considered sitting there, quietly crying with a sniffle here and there to screw with
their heads until they finally caved and told her what was going on, but she decided
that whatever they were hiding from her could wait. Besides, she’d been craving a
slice of that triple chocolate mouse cake since the moment she’d spotted it when she’d
walked inside the large restaurant.

Since she was starving, a bit cranky and admittedly amused by the way that all the
men were walking on eggshells around her, she decided not to push the subject any
further and just sit back, eat a slice of cake or two and simply enjoy the show. She’d
eventually find out what was going on, but until then…until then…

She swallowed hard as the rich scent of warm chocolate teased her senses. She shifted
her attention to the new table being rolled out and nearly whimpered with pleasure as
her babies shifted approvingly in anticipation as her eyes locked on the large fondue
surrounded by every tasty morsel known to man. Shifting nervously, she glanced back
at the large chocolate mouse cake that was waiting for her and found herself take a
step towards the large decadent treat that she’d been craving for the past hour only to
stop and glance at the chocolate fondue table with a sigh.

Heaven help her, but she couldn’t make up her mind.

Oh, she would have both, there was no doubt about that, but she wasn’t sure which
one she should start with. It was then that she realized that she didn’t have to choose,
not while she was carrying Bradfords.

*-*-*-*

“He can’t tell her,” Jason argued as he shove his plate of food aside and joined the
conversation.

“He has to,” Trevor bit out, reaching out and grabbed Jason’s neglected plate and
immediately begin to dig in, his glare locked on Jason who was against keeping their
mouths shut.

“I’m not going to lie to her,” Danny said, shoving a spoonful of mashed potatoes in his
mouth, wishing that he could actually allow himself to enjoy the bounty that
surrounded them, but he had much bigger problems to deal with.

“We need to leave,” his father repeated absently as he sat down with two large plates
of food overflowing with food.

“Yes, we do,” he said with a pointed look for each them, glaring at them until they got
the message, but since two of them were still focusing on their food out of fear of what
his hormonal pregnant wife would do to whoever was foolish enough to make eye
contact first.

Giving up on the cowards hiding behind their food, he shifted his gaze to his father to
find  him  calmly  eating  his  dinner,  looking  almost  peaceful  when  they  should  all  be
panicking  out  of  their  fucking  minds.  They’d  been  here  too  long  and  even  with  the
three  of  them  tagging  along,  there  was  still  a  very  good  chance  that  the  curse  would
take notice and decide that this was a real honeymoon. They needed to grab Jodi, get
in  a  cab  and  get  their  asses  to  the  airport,  praying  that  the  damn  plane  didn’t  get
struck with the curse and make this a truly fucked up trip.

When his glare went unnoticed, he decided to shift his attention to his wife and see
what she was…oh…fuck…no.

“Get up,” he said hoarsely, unable to take his eyes off the scene in front of him,
terrified that if he looked away even for a second that it would get worse.

A whole hell of a lot worse.

“What?” his father asked, reaching for the salt.

“Get up,” he said, unable to take his eyes off the scene unfolding in front of him,
telling him everything that he needed to know.

The curse had started.

*-*-*-*

“What the hell are you talking about?” she snapped, stepping out of reach when the

officer went to grab her again.

“You violated the ban,” the officer said firmly, gesturing for her to turn around with a
pair of handcuffs.

“What ban?” she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared at the
officer.

“The  one  you  violated  when  you  entered  Las  Vegas,”  the  officer  said,  sounding
annoyed while she stood there trying to figure out how one second she was filling her
plate  with  every  chocolate  treat  known  to  man  and  the  next  she  was  surrounded  by
police  while  Danny,  his  father  and  cousins  were  shoved  down  to  the  ground  and
handcuffed.  The  odd  part  was  that  none  of  them  had  looked  particularly  surprised  to
find themselves on their knees with their hands handcuffed behind their backs.

“I’m not banned!” she once again pointed out with a glare that shifted on Danny, who
was  cuffed  to  his  wheelchair  and  noticeably  cringing  as  he  did  anything  and
everything  to  avoid  making  eye  contact  with  her,  but  he  did  manage  to  mutter  an,
“Oh,  shit,”  and  “fucking  hell,”  every  few  seconds  whenever  someone  mentioned  “the
ban.”

“Are you Jodi Bradford?” the officer in charge asked, cocking a brow in warning as
though he expected her to lie.

She opened her mouth to tell him no, but the guilty look on Trevor and Jason’s faces
made her hesitate. She looked down at the wedding band on her finger and then at
the one on Danny’s hand. With a groan, she closed her eyes and nodded, accepting the
truth of the matter.

She was now one of them.

She was a Bradford.

Which apparently was a crime in this state, she realized with a small groan as she put
her arms behind her back and waited to be handcuffed.

“Don’t. Even. Fucking. Think. Of. It,” Danny snarled, yanking on his cuffed hands as
the officer reached for her.

Jason, Trevor and Ethan, who was now her father-in-law it seemed, all glared at the
officer, looking ready to get to their feet and rush the officer if needed. When the
officer caught their glares, he hesitated and even took a step back away from her as
all four men followed the movement with their eyes.

Wanting to get this over with without ending on the ten o’clock news, Jodi put her
hands in front of her and held them out to the officer and waited. With a nod of

understanding and a nervous glance towards the four men watching his every move,
the officer carefully handcuffed her hands together and gently placed his arm, leading
her towards the exit where a curious crowd was waiting with their phones out, taking
pictures and ensuring that she never forgot this trip.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” the officer asked with a kind smile as he walked beside her.

“I’m  fine,”  she  said  with  a  small  wince  when  over  two-dozen  cellphones  went  off,
clicking  lights  in  her  face  and  making  her  realize  that  she  had  the  start  of  what
promised  to  be  one  hell  of  a  headache.  “Just  a  small  headache,”  she  said,  as  she  was
escorted outside into the bright Nevada sunlight.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure that we can find you something at the station to help with
that,” the young officer promised.

She opened her mouth to argue, to explain how she reacted to medication, but in the
end she simply mumbled a, “Thank you,” and continued walking towards the police
cruiser parked in front of them, too tired to argue right now when all she wanted to do
was go to the police station, get processed and take a long nap on a lovely wooden
bench that she would call all her own until she could make bail.

Chapter 7

“Oh, my God!”

“No, please, God, no!”

“Somebody help us!”

“Not the face! Not the face!”

“Mommy!!”

“I’ll never do it again! Please, just let me go!”

“Help us! For the love of God why isn’t anyone helping us?” one of the officers
screamed as he ran past the holding cells, stumbling and tripping along the way as he
frantically glanced over his shoulder to make sure that

shewasn’t coming after him.

“Maybe we should rent two cars and drive back,” Jason suggested, looking a little
bored as he leaned against the bars and continued to watch as all hell broke lose
around them.

“That might be the best idea,” his father agreed with a cringe when Jodi managed to
make a two hundred and fifty pound officer drop to the floor in a fetal position and sob
quietly to himself.

“Flying would be faster,” Trevor pointed out from his spot on the bench where he was
trying to catch a few minutes of sleep before the SWAT team was called in.

“We’re banned,” Jason reminded him with a lazy gesture towards Jodi, who was now
utterly fascinated with a box of donuts.

That earned a frown from Trevor. “For what?”

“Drugging Jodi,” his father answered with a shrug.

“We’re on the ‘No Fly’ List?” Jason asked, sounding genuinely worried, which was
understandable since that would make things a hell of a lot harder on the father of
three.

“No, we’re just banned from the Vegas airport,” Danny explained, watching as his wife
jumped up on the edge a desk with a jelly donut in her hands and a smile on her lips
as she closed her eyes and took a bite of her donut sighing with satisfaction while the
officers that hadn’t made their escape yet, ran for the door.

“Maybe we should take a bus?” Trevor suggested only to snort in disgust at his own
suggestion and shook his head a few seconds later when he realized what being stuck

on a bus for over twenty hours with Jodi, who was not only pregnant, but seriously
pissed probably wasn’t the best idea.

And yes, he knew without a doubt that she was pissed at him since the glare that
she’d shot him when they’d placed him in the back of the squad car with her had said
it all. It also didn’t hurt that she refused to say anything to him. Instead she’d simply
sat there, staring forward with her jaw clenched as she pointedly ignored everything
that he said to her.

Well, that part wasn’t exactly true. She did seem to get particularly pissed whenever
he tried to apologize to her. When nothing he said or did seemed to help, he decided
that it would probably be for the best if he kept quiet at the point and gave her some
space while he tried to figure out another way out of this.

Four hours later and he still had no fucking clue how to make this up to his wife. His
cousins  and  father  had  shared  their  infinite  wisdom  with  him,  but  since  crawling  to
her on his hands and knees and begging for forgiveness was probably out the question
at  the  moment,  he  decided  to  use  this  time  tucked  safely  behind  bars  to  figure  out  a
way  to  fix  this.  The  fact  that  they’d  drugged  her  and  all  hell  had  broken  lose  wasn’t
exactly helping with the situation.

“Renting two cars is probably our best bet,” his father said with a nod.

Trevor sighed heavily as he closed his eyes and settled in for the long haul. “It should
definitely give the asshole enough time to get out of the dog house.”

“I’m not in the dog house,” he said just as his wife, doped up on liquid Advil, chose that
momenttoglareathim,puttingeverythingintothatonelookandlettinghimknowthathe’d
befuckingluckyatthispointtobeinthedoghouse.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!” Jason yelled to the plump detective reaching for the
box of donuts, obviously needing the comfort that only the sugary treat could provide
him, but unfortunately for him, he wasn’t able to grab a donut and run away fast
enough.

The man barely got out a mumbled, “Oh, God, help me,” before Jodi’s head snapped in
his direction, her eyes narrowed dangerously on him and before the man could blink or
mutter another prayer for help, Jodi had his donut and he was curled up in a corner,
hugging himself and rocking himself as he mumbled, “It’s not real. It’s not real.”

Yawning, Danny shifted his attention back to the bench where Trevor was curled up,
softly snoring and considered shoving the large bastard off and getting a nap in before
he was forced to deal with his wife. Unfortunately for him, that’s when the police chief
finally decided to ask for help.

“Please,” he said, looking as though he’d aged twenty years since he’d shoved them in

here an hour ago, “save us!”

*-*-*-*

“Maybe we should separate them,” Jason suggested as she sat there on one of those
hard plastic chairs, sipping water and trembling as she slowly came down from a
Tylenol high.

Trevor laughed without humor. “Do you really think that’s going to help now? There’s
no way in hell that they’re getting out of this now.”

“Out of what?” she mumbled, slowly swallowing a sip of water as she prayed that it
wouldn’t make her already queasy stomach worse.

Instead  of  answering  her,  which  they  seemed  unable  to  do  since  yesterday  at  the
buffet  when  she’d  innocently  inquired  about  the  matching  wedding  bands,  the  men
continued  to  talk  as  though  she  wasn’t  there.  Normally  that  would  piss  her  off,  but
right now…

Ah, who the hell was she kidding?

It still pissed her off, but fortunately for them her stomach decided that it really didn’t
appreciate that last swallow of water that she’d forced upon it and demanded that she
find the nearest bathroom. Knowing better than to sit there and see if it would pass,
because she knew that it wouldn’t, she shot the men ignoring her a glare only to once
again be ignored and stood up, placed her bottle of water on the seat and went in
search of a bathroom before she-

“Oh, God,” she said when she barely made it five feet when the water and everything
else she’d eaten in the last five hours decided to make an appearance.

“Oh,  shit,”  she  heard  Danny  curse  as  Ethan,  Jason  and  Trevor  descended  upon  her,
putting  large  arms  around  her  and  guided  her  to  the  bathroom,  which  was  sweet,
really  it  was,  but  unfortunately  she  wasn’t  quite  done  and  left  an  embarrassing  trail
behind  her,  marking  her  way  back  to  the  chairs  in  the  suddenly  quiet  rental  car
waiting area.

She was thankful when they brought her to the family bathroom, but that soon
changed when all three of them decided to stand there, hovering over her as she
continued to get sick, adding that special touch to this trip from hell.

“I’m fine,” she managed to get out as leaned over the toilet, struggling not to
embarrass herself any further, but of course they once again ignored her.

“Maybe we should take one vehicle,” Jason suddenly suggested, throwing her a
nervous glance.

“We’llbeabletogetthemhomefasterthatway,”Trevorsaidinagreement,shootinghera
pityinglookthatshereallydidn’tcarefor,notatall.

“I think the best bet is to get them out of Las Vegas and to the nearest airport so that
we can put an end to this fiasco quickly,” Ethan suggested as he grabbed a handful of
paper towels and poured cold water on them before applying it to her head and giving
her a small amount of relief so that she could once again ask what was going on, but
apparently they were still hell-bent on ignoring her.

It was either that or they hadn’t heard her over her body’s renewed attempts to
cleanse itself of every last drop in her stomach. It was probably the later, she decided
as the men continued to discuss the best way to get them home before the curse, and
she made a mental note to ask about that later, could do any more damage.

Once she was done, which wasn’t for another ten minutes or so, she was helped to her
feet, led over to the small sink and manhandled by three large Bradfords that meant
well. By the time they whisked her out of the bathroom and into the hallway where
Danny sat waiting, looking worried, she was too tired to argue or ask any questions.

So, instead she allowed them to place her on Danny’s welcoming lap. She closed her
eyes and laid her head against his shoulder, deciding that it was probably for the best
if she left the details up to the men for now. But once she was rested and had
something to settle her stomach, they were going to have a very long discussion about
all the bullshit they’d put her through over the last couple of days.

Chapter 8

“You dumb bastard,” he groaned, closing his eyes in resignation as he sat there,
staring in disbelief at his father, who was actually fucking blushing.

“You dumb fucking bastard,” Jason reiterated, shaking his head while the blood
drained from his face as he stared at Ethan, unable to look away from him as Ethan’s
fuck up just caught up to them all and bit them in the ass, effectively fucking them all
over and ensuring that this nightmare wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

“It wasn’t my fault,” his father stressed as the understandably pissed off police officer
gestured for his father to turn around and place his hands behind his back. With a
resigned sigh, his father turned, put his arms behind his back and waited to be
arrested for the second time that day…in a separate fucking state!

“Then whose fucking fault was it?” he snapped, barely resisting the urge to reach up
and strangle the son of a bitch that was making ending this nightmare nearly fucking
impossible.

His father pursed his lips up in thought as the first cuff locked in place. “Hostess
Cupcake.”

And  yup,  just  like  that,  he  went  for  his  father’s  fucking  throat.  Unfortunately,  or
rather  fortunately  for  his  father,  the  fact  that  he  couldn’t  fucking  stand  on  his  own
two  feet  yet,  and  the  fact  that  his  cousins  were  holding  him  down,  kept  the  son  of  a
bitch  breathing.  As  his  cousins  held  him  down,  he  narrowed  his  eyes  on  his  father,
imagining  all  the  things  that  he  was  going  to  do  once  he  got  his  hands  on  him  and
nearly  smiled  in  satisfaction,  but  it  was  the  fact  that  his  wife  of  only  two  days  still
wasn’t talking to him, looking at him or acknowledging his existence in any way that
instantly  destroyed  the  miniscule  amount  of  joy  that  he’d  been  able  to  find  in  his
fantasies.

There was a heavy sigh as the second officer reached into his back pocket and pulled
out another thick white envelope. “That reminds me. You’re in violation of a second
restraining order.”

His father sighed heavily as he shook his head that told everyone there, every
Bradford at least, that his father wasn’t taking this seriously.

“I have to come within one-hundred yards of their corporate office in order to violate
that restraining order,” his father said, sounding bored while he sat there, trying not
to panic, but it was a quickly losing battle.

“Besides,” his father continued with a careless shrug, oblivious to the nervous glances
that he was sharing with his cousins, “this whole thing will be cleared up in the

morning when it goes in front of a judge.”

“Tomorrow?” he snapped, right along with his cousins as they shared a horrified look
before glancing back at the small woman sitting across from them with her arms
folded over her ample breasts, glaring at them and clearly not willing to accept any
more of their bullshit stories any longer.

Not that he really thought for one second that she was buying any of the half-assed
bullshit stories that they’d been feeding her since they’d left Vegas. But since she
hadn’t called them on their bullshit, mostly because she was too busy ignoring them as
she glared at them, he figured that he had plenty of time to figure out how to explain
this mess to her later, when they were safely home and this fiasco was officially over.

Thanks to his father’s unhealthy obsession with Hostess products, they were once
again fucked. They couldn’t afford to stay overnight and risk anything else happening,
especially with Tink pregnant. He would rather die than risk anything happening to
his wife or children.

He  didn’t  give  a  flying  fuck  if  the  curse  was  nothing  more  than  just  bullshit  stories
passed  down  from  generation  to  generation  to  fuck  with  their  heads.  The  only  thing
that mattered was his family and he wasn’t going to take any risks, which meant that
they  needed  to  continue  heading  home  tonight.  They  couldn’t  afford  to  add  an  extra
day to this fucked up trip, especially with the rate that things were going.

“We can’t stay,” he stressed, meeting his father’s bored glare with a murderous one of
his own, reminding the father what was at steak here.

With a frown, his father shifted his attention back to glaring pregnant woman behind
them, cringed, cursed under his breath and then finally in typical Bradford fashion,
sighed heavily. “Someone needs to help Danny get Jodi home before it’s too late.”

“Too late for what?” his inquisitive wife asked evenly with a suspicious glare that had
his balls pulling up tight in an attempt to hide in terror.

“To find a hotel for the night?” Trevor said, trying to help, but sadly there probably
wasn’t anything at this point that would save his ass.

“Really,” she drawled heavily with sarcasm. “At five o’clock at night?” she asked,
cocking her head to the side as she considered them and the officers, who were
starting to squirm nervously from her glare.

“Very busy weekend,” he suggested, struggling against the urge to swallow nervously
and avert his eyes, but then she would have him by the balls and that was not a place
that he could afford to be right now.

“It’s Tuesday,” she pointed out dryly.

Swallowing hard, he slowly nodded. “Yes, yes it is.”

“Are any of you gentleman finally going to tell me what’s going on or do you want to
keep on pretending that I don’t know anything about this curse of yours?”

As one they blinked, “What curse?”

*-*-*-*

Closing her eyes, she shook her head, because she’d finally had enough. “That’s fine,”
she said, grabbing her bag, threw it over her shoulder and decided that enough was
enough.

She was getting her ass home, taking a hot bath and ordering as much takeout as her
credit card could handle.

“Tinkerbelle, stop!” Danny yelled, shoving his cousins away so that he could push his
wheelchair  after  her,  but  seriously,  after  waking  up  from  a  baby  aspirin  hangover,
getting  arrested,  banned,  a  police  escort  to  the  city  border  and  then  one  to  the  state
border  where  the  Governor  awaited  to  give  them  a  warning  not  to  fuck  up  his  state
and  cause  another  state  of  emergency,  being  ignored,  exhausted  and  dragged  from
here to there and every damn where, she was so done.

“Jodi” he yelled, coming after her, but she knew that if she didn’t get away from him
right now and get a chance to calm down that she was going to so say or do something
that she was going to regret, and sadly, kicking him in the balls probably wouldn’t
make her feel bad right now.

So,  with  that  in  mind,  she  continued  to  walk  towards  the  exit,  ignoring  the  curious
looks  as  well  as  the  ones  of  disgust  because  she  was  walking  away  from  a  man  in  a
wheelchair.  Yeah,  she’d  admit  that  she  was  acting  like  a  bitch,  but  she  really  didn’t
care  at  the  moment.  She  was  too  damn  tired  and  too  damn  hungry  to  give  a  damn
what anyone thought.

Doubling her steps, she walked through the exit, past the tired looking travelers and
headed for the line of taxis. Within seconds she was in a car and heading towards the
nearest hotel with twenty-four hour room service.

The boys could have their secrets.

That was more than fine with her, she told herself trying not to cry or feel sorry for
herself, but with so many hormones surging through her body and the fact that she
was tired and hungry, it was impossible. By the time they’d arrived at the large hotel
she was a mess, barely able to say thank you to the taxi driver as he helped her with
her meager possessions or the doorman who held the door for her as the concierge ran
to get her a box of tissues.

Since  she  wasn’t  able  to  communicate  without  hysterically,  they  settled  for  nods,
shakes  of  her  head  and  holding  up  fingers  to  let  them  know  how  many  rooms  she
needed, nights, etc. Twenty minutes later with a new understanding of mortification,
she  was  finally  in  a  room,  the  door  locked  behind  her  and  a  large  room  service  order
placed.

Knowing  that  she  had  time  for  a  warm  bath  to  settle  her  nerves  before  the  food
arrived,  she  started  a  large  bath  in  the  two  person  garden  tub,  took  off  her  clothes,
grabbed  a  twenty  dollar  bottle  of  orange  juice  from  the  mini-bar  and  settled  into  the
nice, hot bath and felt herself instantly begin to relax.

This was exactly what she needed, she told herself as she took a sip of the overpriced-
watered-down drink. She just need a night for herself to think things through and
figure out some things for herself. She already knew that she would do whatever it
took to make things work with Danny.

That really was a no brainer.

She loved him more than anything and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him.
No,  her  problem  was  this  secretive  business  between  the  cousins,  the  fact  that  he
hadn’t  even  mentioned  that  they  were  now  married  even  though  they  were  both
wearing  matching  bands  and  she’d  found  the  Las  Vegas  marriage  certificate  in  the
bottom of his duffle bag the other day.

The problem she had was this highhanded bullshit that apparently went along with
being a Bradford.

Well, that and she had a craving for pumpkin pie…

Chapter 9

“I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t release that information,” the desk clerk said with a
professional, friendly smile, but the look in his eyes said it all…

He thought Danny was the biggest piece of shit to ever disgrace his hotel lobby. That
was fine, because he wasn’t all that thrilled with himself either at the moment. That
didn’t mean that he was going to sit here and let some asshole keep him away from
his wife.

It just wasn’t happening.

“Tell me which room my wife is in,” he bit out between clenched teeth as he grabbed
onto the armrests of his wheelchair, prepared to shove himself to his feet, uncaring
that he couldn’t walk on his own yet, just so he could grab this prick by the throat and
force him to tell him where his wife was.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we respect our guest’s privacy,” the man said with that damn polite
smile that was going to get him killed even as the look in his eyes told Danny how
much the little prick was enjoying this. He’d bet every last cent that he had that his
wife had been crying by the time she got here, which only made him that much more
desperate to get to her.

He would have been here sooner, but since his father was currently indisposed that
left him with Jason and Trevor to help him and since both of them were full of shit…

“You’re going about this all wrong,” Trevor pointed out as he idly tapped his fingers
against the marble countertop as he glanced around the small, empty hotel foyer.

“You’re wasting your time,” Jason added from where he leaned against the wall
behind him.

“No, I’m not,” he bit out, damning that bike messenger to hell and back for cutting
him off before he could get in the cab and away from his cousins.

“You really are,” Jason said with a shrug as he pushed away from the wall and helped
himself to a small cup of lemonade by the courtesy desk. “If you were smart,” Jason
started to explain only to pause to take a sip of his juice, “you’d let one of us take her
home so that the curse would end sooner.”

Trevor shook his head with a disgusted snort. “That’s not going to work.”

“If we separate them, the honeymoon ends,” Jason said, gesturing towards Danny
with his cup, “End of story.”

“You think so?” Trevor asked, chuckling without humor while he sat there, wondering

how he kept getting stuck with assholes.

They were great guys.

They  really  were  and  if  they  weren’t  his  cousins,  they’d  probably  still  be  two  of  his
best  friends,  but  God,  some  days  he  just  wanted  to  beat  the  shit  out  of  them  and
throw  their  bodies  down  a  deep  fucking  well  and  today  was  definitely  one  of  those
days.  While  he  was  trying  to  get  to  his  wife  and  make  sure  that  she  was  okay,  they
were arguing about this fucking curse, trying to decide “their” next move and making
this a hell of a lot more difficult than it needed to be.

All he wanted to do was to find his wife, pull her in his arms and hold her before he
broke the bad news to her that she was now a Bradford, which meant that she was
going to have to deal with some seriously fucked up shit for the rest of her life.

That was it.

“The curse only fucks with us during the first year of marriage and only until we get
home. Once we get them both home safely, this fucking curse will end and they can
get a fresh start,” Jason argued.

“How do you know this won’t follow them if we intervene?” Trevor snapped and it was
in that moment that he realized that his family was fucking crazy.

Well, he’d already figured that out before, but that wasn’t the point. He’d been lucky
enough to marry the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and
instead of savoring that victory, he’d been doing everything he could to protect her
from a curse that he suddenly realized might be nothing more than Bradford bullshit
that they’d all made come true over the years as a result of their paranoia.

He was truly a fucking moron.

“Where are you going?” Trevor asked, but he ignored his cousin and focused on the
prick manning the desk.

“My. Wife,” he bit out, sounding every bit the marine that he’d once been. “Where is
she?”

*-*-*-*

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bradford, but we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

“I’m sorry, what?” she asked a bit distractedly as she frowned at the nervous man in
front of her, almost positive that this had been the overly-polite man that had handed
her a box of tissues when she’d checked in a few hours ago.

He shifted nervously as he wrapped his arms around himself, but the move didn’t hide

the fact that he was trembling. He looked over his shoulder, towards the elevator as
he cleared his throat. “We need you to leave,” he repeated hoarsely, looking close to
crying.

“Because…,” she said slowly, having a pretty good idea about what had terrified the
middle-aged man.

Keeping his eyes locked on the elevator, he admitted, “I’d rather not say.”

“I see,” she mumbled, following his gaze to the elevator and then to the stairway door
where another employee stood waiting and looking like the tiniest noise would set him
off into a full out run.

“Does this have anything to do with a very large man in a wheelchair?” she asked, and
yup, just like that, the man standing near the door made a run for it.

“I-I can’t say,” he said, turning an interesting shade of green as he watched the other
man run with away, telling her absolutely everything that she needed to know.

“I see,” she murmured thoughtfully as she considered her options.

“Please leave,” the man whispered, pleadingly.

She opened her mouth to refuse, but the sheer terror that she saw in his eyes had her
sighing and nodding her head, because sadly, she knew exactly how determined a
Bradford could be, which was absolutely terrifying to most people.

It really didn’t bother her, but then again she also knew how to screw with a
Bradford’s head for her own enjoyment, something that she’d learned from Haley and
Zoe over the past few months. It wasn’t exactly something that she could put on her
resume, but it was a useful skill to have when she was pissed or well, bored.

She should tell him no and refuse to leave until checkout, but that wasn’t fair to the
hotel staff and honestly, at this point she just wanted to get this over with and if that
meant that they had to have it out now, then so be it. They’d talk, she’d let him know
that she wasn’t going to put up with anymore of this Bradford bullshit and hopefully
they’d find a dinner that had pumpkin pie…and blueberry pie…and they could put this
whole mess behind them.

Once he understood that the next time that he tried to make decisions for her that she
would make his life a living hell, they’d be fine. Grabbing her bag, she walked out into
the hallway, past the nervous employee and-

“There you are,” Trevor said with a smile as he swept her off her feet before she could
get a startled gasp out, turned around and carried her to the elevator where Jason
stood, waiting for her with a grim expression on his face.

That’s pretty much what scared her the most, because no matter what life threw at
Jason, he could usually manage a smile.

“What’s going on?” she asked, trying to act casual as Jason reached over and took her
bag from her.

She waited for Trevor to put her down, but he never did. Not even when the elevator
doors opened, revealing an empty foyer, or when he carried her out of the hotel. She
thought once they reached the parking lot that he’d put her down, but once again she
was wrong.

He kept his arms locked around her until she realized what was going on, and by
then, it was too late.

Chapter 10

Massachusetts…. Two Days later…..

“Can’t we talk about this?” Jodi asked as she shifted nervously on his lap, trying not to
appear as though she was looking for a way to escape, but he’d been trained by the
military and was a Bradford by birth so he knew how to spot the signs of someone
desperate to get away from him.

It was a gift, he mused with a satisfied smile as he continued to absently caressed the
large swell of her stomach, loving the way that his boys nudged up against his hand in
approval.

“I think we’re past the point of talking, don’t you?” he said, barely paying attention to
where they were going since all of his attention was on his skittish wife who’d made a
total of twenty-three escape attempts since they’d kidnapped her from the hotel last
night.

Well, kidnapping might be a strong term since all they did was carry her against her
will out of the hotel, place her in a car and drive her straight through the night,
ignoring all of her requests that they let her go. There were other requests, like they
could go fuck themselves and an adamant plea that they rot in hell, but since he knew
that she really didn’t mean any of it, he decided to ignore her murderous glares and
enjoy the long ride home with her in his arms.

He knew that she was just incredibly pissed at him, because he’d kept her in the dark
and refused to tell her anything more than he loved her and just how beautiful she
looked, which to him she did. To the rest of the world she looked tired, bitter, on the
verge of committing murder, but the rest of the world had absolutely no idea how
incredibly fucked up the last few days had been for her.

Not that it could have been avoided, because…

Well, it probably should have, he mused while he absently tightened his arms around
her and held on when she tried to make another escape, most likely to dump him out
of his wheelchair so that she could kick his balls into submission. He probably should
have  sat  her  down  and  calmly  explained  everything,  explained  why  they’d  kidnapped
her,  the  whole  sordid  family  history,  why  he  was  rushing  her,  the  arrest  and  bans
were  probably  something  better  left  discussed  for  later,  but  he  could  have  at  least
done whatever he could to make this easier for her.

He could have, but…

Well, let’s just say that he was being cautious about what information he gave her
right now, mostly because he hadn’t wanted to delay their return home by answering

a hundred questions as well as the time it would take to convince her that he wasn’t
crazy, which probably would have added a few days to trip.

Now he had nothing to worry about, he thought, fighting the urge to sigh with relief
because he knew that it wasn’t over just yet. He still needed to get her across the
threshold of the house that his father and Trevor had purchased for them to lease
before he could stop worrying about the curse. Not that he was still worried about it,
he wasn’t, really, but he didn’t want to fuck this up anymore than he needed to, which
was why he refused to answer her questions until they were safely inside.

“Ready?” Trevor asked with a grim expression as he took a deep breath.

“Ready,” he answered with a firm nod, tightening his hold around his wife and making
sure that she didn’t make her escape and prolong this damn curse any longer than
was necessary.

Nodding once firmly, Trevor pushed him towards the wheelchair ramp that someone
had added onto the house recently and headed for the front door where Jason stood,
holding the front door open and keeping his eyes locked on Jodi to make sure that she
wasn’t able to make a run for it.

What felt like a lifetime later, they were crossing the threshold into the large house
that was theirs to use. As soon as they were safely inside and the door was locked
behind them, he released his hold around Jodi and grunted when her elbow slammed
into his side as she scurried off his lap and smiled.

It was finally over.

They were home and out of reach of the curse. Granted, his father was still awaiting
bail  and  trying  to  fight  the  charges,  his  cousins  were  exhausted,  they  were  out  six
thousand  dollars  for  the  car  rental  they’d  fucked  up  getting  home,  had  over  a
thousand  dollars  worth  of  speeding  tickets  to  take  care  of,  were  exhausted,  starving,
still  wearing  the  same  clothes  since  last  week  and  felt  disgusting,  but  at  least  they
were home, at least they were safe.

“I’m out of here,” Jason said, giving his shoulder a firm squeeze as he nodded towards
the door. “Give me a call if you need anything.”

“Zoe and Haley stocked the kitchen. Everything’s in reach so you should be okay,”
Trevor added even as he looked around the large old house that had been recently
renovated. “But if you need anything, we can be here in less than five.”

“We’ll be fine,” Danny said with a relieved sigh as he decided to make something for
his wife to eat before he grabbed a shower and some sleep.

Jason paused by the door. “Do you want help explaining everything to Jodi?” he asked,

gesturing with a nod in the direction that she’d disappeared.

“No, I’ll be fine,” he said, confident that everything would be fine now that they were
home. He’d make Tink something to eat, finally explain everything to her and when
he was done they’d probably have a good laugh, curl up in bed and sleep for a week
and try to pretend that none of the bullshit from the past week had ever happened.

As far as he was concerned the only thing that mattered was that they were married,
finally home after spending the last few months in the hospital and a beautiful future
to look forward to. Nothing else mattered, especially that trip from hell that he’d like
to forget, something that he was sure that his wife was more than happy to do as
well.

*-*-*-*

“Open the fucking door!”

Since he’d refused to answer her questions or even acknowledge her existence over the
last couple of days, besides the kidnapping that is, she decided to continue the trend
and ignore him as she settled in more comfortably in the large garden tub that she’d
discovered only moments ago.

Normally, baths really didn’t do much for her except offer a short reprieve after a long
day, but since she’d started showing and the boys had proved exactly how much of a
handful they were going to be, she’d come to enjoy her baths more and more.
Unfortunately the house that they’d rented in Florida had only one bathtub and it had
been a shallow tub that barely allowed the water to reach above her hips.

It  also  didn’t  help  that  the  water  had  been  hard  water  that  reeked  of  chlorine,
effectively  killing  her  enjoyment  anytime  she  tried  to  take  a  bath.  This  bathtub
however was absolutely perfect. She wasn’t like her husband’s cousin, Rory, who was
obsessed  with  baths,  but  she  could  definitely  see  herself  falling  in  love  with  baths
thanks to this beautiful tub.

God, this felt good, she thought as the wet heat wrapped around her and seeped into
her bones, erasing the aches and pains from traveling the last couple days. She really
could fall in love with this bathtub, she decided as she closed her eyes, sighed,
releasing all the stress that had built over the last few months and just enjoyed
herself.

It was so nice not to have to worry about Danny, late night calls from the hospital,
fighting with Bradfords for food, or the call that she dreaded, the one where the doctor
called her in so that he could tell her that Danny was never going to walk again. Just
like that all of her worries and fears were gone, but instead of smiling with relief, all
she felt like doing was crying.

She  pulled  her  knees  up  to  her  chest,  wrapped  her  arms  around  her  legs,  closed  her
eyes and pressed her forehead against her knees, releasing a shaky breath as she tried
to  remind  herself  that  everything  was  okay  now.  They  were  fine.  Danny  was  home
and  as  long  as  he  listened  to  his  doctors  and  followed  through  with  his  physical
therapy  then  he  would  be  fine.  He’d  be  walking  in  less  than  a  year,  they’d  have
children and everything would be fine.

Just  fine,  she  told  herself,  wishing  that  she  could  believe  it,  but  she  couldn’t.  She’d
never  been  this  happy  in  her  life  and  she  was  terrified  that  something  was  going  to
happen  and  destroy  this  moment.  At  any  moment,  things  were  going  to  go  wrong,
something would go wrong with the babies, Danny would get hurt again and her heart
would break and this time, there would be no coming back from that kind of pain.

So, when she realized that she was crying, she just let go. She needed this, needed to
finally let go of the pent up terror that something would happen to Danny or their
babies and let go.

Chapter 11

“Do something!” he yelled, terrified out of his fucking mind as he was forced to sit
there while his wife sobbed hysterically in his arms, unable to much more than shake
her head or nod against his chest when they asked her a question.

“Jodi?Sweetie,canyoutelluswhat’swrong?”Aidanaskedwithakindsmile,butDannycould
seeitinhiseyesthathewasjustasscaredoutofhisfuckingmindashewas.

For two hours she’d been sobbing hysterically and no matter what he said or did, she
wouldn’t stop. If he told her that he loved her, kissed her or told her how excited he
was to be a daddy, she would bury her face against his chest, sob harder and hold on
to him tighter like she was afraid that if she didn’t he would suddenly disappear.

He’d tried to calm her down, but absolutely nothing worked so he’d called his brother,
praying that they weren’t losing the babies. It would kill him to lose their babies, but
it would absolutely destroy him to lose her.

“Areyouinpain?”AidanaskedasherecheckedhervitalswhileDannysatthere,prayingthat
theanswerwasno.

He nearly sagged in relief when she shook her head against his chest.

“Then what’s wrong, Tink?” he asked softly, praying that she couldn’t tell just how
badly she’d scared him, because-

“Mother fucker!” he yelped with a gasp when the vicious brat grabbed his nipple and
twisted it.

“You bastard!” she snapped around a loud sob as she-

“Ow!” he snapped when the vicious woman successfully grabbed his nipple for another
twist, making his eyes water.

He considered setting the woman down and scooting away from her before she could
go for his other nipple, but realized that the move would give her access to his poor
defenseless balls. So, instead he tightened his hold around her, careful of their babies,
and made sure that she couldn’t continue with her malicious attack.

“You arrogant bastard!” she yelled, but before he could ask her which one of them she
was referring to, she was trying to wiggle her way off his lap, but he wasn’t having it.

Mostly because he was terrified about the damage that an extremely hormonal
woman could do to his balls, he kept her exactly where she was as he shot his brother
a look that said it all.

“Right,”Aidansaid,clearinghisthroatwithafirmnodashebackeduptowardstheirbedroom
door.“I’lljustleavethetwoofyoutotalkthisover.”

Keeping his eyes narrowed on his wife, he waited until he heard the door click closed
behind his brother before he asked, “Are you done yet?”

Stupid question.

Really stupid fucking question, he decided as she shook her head and-

“Goddamn it, woman!” he snapped, resisting the urge to let her go so that he could rub
his poor abused nipple. “Stop attacking me!”

“No!” she said with a pout that he absolutely refused to find adorable, especially while
his nipples throbbed from their most recent attack. “You have this coming!”

“For making you the happiest woman on earth?” he demanded in outrage, wondering
for the life of him why she wasn’t on her hands and knees thanking god for her good
fortune instead of maiming him.

Had to be the hormones, he told himself as he glared at the small woman in his arms.
There really was no other way to explain her ungrateful behavior. She had absolutely
no idea how much work and planning went into kidnapping someone, otherwise she’d
start showing some goddamn appreciation!

Just thinking about all those long hours he’d spent scheming, calling in favors so that
certain  officials  would  look  the  other  way  when  they  saw  the  name  Bradford  on  the
flight  lists.  It  had  taken  him  a  lot  of  time  and  effort  to  make  this  happen,  but  that
didn’t  seem  to  matter  to  the  annoying  woman  trying  to  make  another  grab  for  his
nipple.

“You  kidnapped  me!  Drugged  me!  Dragged  me  around  Vegas!  Didn’t  bother  to  wake
me up for our wedding! You’ve avoided me for most of this trip, ignored my questions,
pissed  me  off  and  then  when  I  had  enough  of  your  bullshit,  you  kidnapped  me  again!
Dragged me back across state lines, fed me nothing but stale junk food, and forced me
to sit in a car with three Bradfords who couldn’t seem to stop arguing about which ban
was whose fault, further confusing me and making me want to go for your nuts!” she
finished  on  a  rant,  confirming  his  suspicions  that  she’d  made  plans  to  go  for  his  balls
as well as making him reconsider his decision to wait until later to do a junk food run,
because clearly she needed sugar soon or she was going to kill someone.

Since that person was going to most likely him, he decided that perhaps now would be
a good time to check out the kitchen and see if there was any chocolate that might
help soothe the wild beast within his normally sane, beautiful wife.

Careful not to make any sudden movements, he wrapped his arms around her, sort of

thankful that she’d stopped crying, but since she was now focused on violence he sort
of wished that she’d return to the crying since he would leave his balls intact and it
was probably something that he could fix with a box of donuts and a chocolate
milkshake.

Christ, he could go for a chocolate milkshake and a box of donuts, he thought with a
heavy sigh, wondering if his cousins had been considerate enough to leave them fully
stocked, but knowing his cousins they’d probably eaten every fucking thing in the
house each time his mother or one of his aunts went shopping.

Selfish fucking bastards, he thought with a grumble as he gently placed his wife on
the bed next to him, reached over and grabbed hold of his wheelchair and slowly, or so
very fucking slowly, shifted away from her and closer to his wheelchair, his only
means of escape.

“You finally feel like talking?” his seriously pissed off wife asked in a tone that did not
convey the overwhelming love and affection that she should be feeling for him. But, it
did make him move his ass faster, sensing that it could end badly for him if he didn’t
get out of there right now.

“Umm, sure,” he said absently as he tightened his hold on the wheelchair and used his
hold to drag himself off the bed as casually as he could manage it and sat down.

“So,” Jodi said, unfortunately following him so that by the time his ass hit the chair,
she was straddling him and had her arms wrapped loosely around his neck, but he
was no moron.

She could turn on him at any moment.

His only hope was to get them into the kitchen and distract her with a shitload of food
before she could remember that she was pissed at him and renew her vicious attack or
worse, start crying again. God, please don’t let her start fucking crying. He’d take
anything else, do damn near anything else if it meant that he wasn’t forced to sit
there helplessly while his wife cried her heart out.

“Why don’t we talk about Vegas?” she suggested in a light tone as he felt the arms
around his neck tighten slightly, but it was enough to let him know that he was going
to make it out of this room alive if he didn’t start talking.

“Sure,” he agreed casually, making his body relax as he placed his hands on the large
wheels, hoping it wouldn’t tip her off to his intentions. “What would you like to talk
about?” he asked as he gave the wheels an experimental push to see what she’d say,
but they moved a foot and she didn’t respond, he decided to keep playing along.

“Oh, gee, I don’t know,” she said with a slight shake of her head a sigh, “maybe we
could discuss the kidnapping?”

He blinked at her as he asked, “What kidnapping?” right around the time that he gave
the wheels another, firmer, push towards the door and what he hoped was his
salvation.

“Oh, you know the one where your father and cousin drugged me, somehow got me on
a plane to Vegas, somehow managed to find someone to marry us even though I’m
pretty sure that I was still unconscious at that point and then for shits and giggles you
decided that it would be fun to add ignoring me to list of fun things to do to pass the
time. Does that refresh your memory, hmm?” she asked with an endearing smile as
she ran her fingers lovingly through his hair, but he wasn’t fooled.

Not one fucking bit.

This woman was pissed and out for blood.

His blood.

Since she was obviously pissed and there was absolutely no way to make her forget
about the “kidnapping,” drugging, and the hundred little things that they’d been
forced to do to her to get what they wanted, he decided to take a different tactic, one
that would put him on every Bradford’s shit list, but was guaranteed to save his ass.

“It was Jason’s idea,” he said even as he sent a silent apology to the annoying bastard
who’d stuck his neck out for him.

He hated to do it, hated to fuck over someone that he cared about so much and had
gone through so much shit to help him, but then again, what choice did he have?

“Really?” she said absently, looking a little distracted and not really sounding like she
believed him as she continued to toy with a short lock of his hair.

“Yes,” he said firmly with a nod as he pushed the wheels ever so slightly in the
direction of the bedroom door, praying that they’d find something, anything to distract
his wife in the kitchen before it was too late.

“I see,” she murmured, sounding thoughtful as he sat there, trying to resist the urge
to squirm in his chair.

“I’m glad that you do,” he said, swallowing hard as he tightened his grip on the wheels
and-

Oh, fuck no…

She set the brakes.

Chapter 12

“So, you’re a victim in all this?” she asked, barely resisting the urge to roll her eyes as he
lookedherintheeye,lettinghisbottomliptrembleandsaidwithheavy,torturedsigh,“Yes.”

“I see,” she said, forced to look away before she started laughing, because there was
just something so unbelievably cute about a large man like her husband trying to pout
his way out of trouble.

It was definitely the Bradford pout, she thought even as she couldn’t help but compare
it to Jason’s, who’d most likely perfected the pout before he’d left the womb. Jason
could probably pout his way out of anything, but not Danny. For some reason the
large ex-marine just couldn’t pull it off. It was adorable even if he couldn’t pull it off.

“They made me do it,” he said in a mock whisper that had her biting her lip and
struggling not to laugh.

“I’ve never felt so dirty before…so used…”

“And this, um, ban?” she asked, relaxing her hold around him as she settled more
comfortably on his lap as she managed to keep a straight face as she looked him in the
eye.

All humor vaporized from his expression as he bit out, “Political bullshit meant to
keep us down.”

She couldn’t help but frown at that as she slowly said, “From a buffet?”

“Yes,” he said without any hesitation.

“And from Vegas?” she asked, unable to hide the doubt in her voice, because really,
how did an entire family manage to get themselves banned from a city?

“A simple misunderstanding,” he murmured as he looked away.

“I see,” she said with a frown, trying to figure out how that was even legally possible.

“Besides,” he said, bringing her attention back to him and away from all the terrifying
possibilities running through her head, “it’s not important.”

Since  that  ban  apparently  applied  to  her  now,  she  thought  it  was  kind  of  important,
but  since  it  was  also  something  that  was  probably  going  to  terrify  her,  she  decided
that  it  was  probably  a  conversation  left  for  a  later  time.  Right  now  they  had  other
things to focus on.

“Okay, so how exactly would that explain you ignoring me and refusing to touch me
since you left the hospital?” she asked, not realizing how much his disinterest had
really hurt until that moment.

He sighed heavily as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her for the first
time in days. “The curse,” he said unhappily as though that explained it all.

She waited for more, a better explanation, something that started off with, “We’re not
fucking crazy, but…”, however, nothing else followed except for a sigh of relief that
told her that he was not only done, but that a huge weight had been lifted off his chest
by telling her.

Unfortunately  for  her,  having  him  wrap  all  the  bullshit  over  the  last  couple  of  days
with  the  phrase,  “The  Curse,”  really  wasn’t  all  that  enlightening.  It  definitely  didn’t
explain  things  like  the  kidnapping,  the  quick  elopement  that  she  really  couldn’t
remember, why they were all stuck sharing the same hotel room with his cousins and
father  or  why  he  did  everything  that  he  could  to  make  sure  that  they  were  never
within touching distance.

On  top  of  that  they’d  been  forced  to  flee  the  state  like  criminals,  surviving  on
whatever  stale  junk  food  they  could  find  in  vending  machines,  out  of  the  way
convenient  stores  and  fast  food  joints  that  should  have  been  condemned  years  ago,
which sadly, she was pretty sure that a few actually had been. When they hadn’t been
scavenging for stale food to fight over, they’d all been jam packed in a rental car that
smelled like feet and ass.

It had made the trip truly memorable.

Not that she was ever going to forget about the time that she got kidnapped, dragged
across state lines and came back married to a man that was apparently paranoid.
Granted, it appeared that the majority of men in his family were paranoid, but that
was a problem for another time.

Right  now  they  needed  to  settle  a  few  things,  find  something  to  eat  and  hopefully
sleep for the next month without having to worry about doctor’s appointments, trying
to  figure  out  a  way  to  eat  non-stop  to  appease  the  very  demanding  babies  shifting
anxiously  inside  her,  reminding  her  that  it  had  been  at  least  an  hour  since  the  last
time  she’d  ate,  and  just  relax  and  enjoy  being  in  his  arms  without  worrying  about
hospital staff or his family barging in and ruining what little time they had together.

“Any chance that you could explain this whole curse thing as well as the need to drug and
kidnapmetogetmarriedwhilewerollintothekitchenandmakepancakes?”shesuggested,
undecidedwhetherornotshewasgoingtosharethepancakesoncetheyweredone,butthat
reallydependedonhowwellwasheabletosatisfyhercuriosity.

Otherwise…

She’d probably have one cranky Bradford on her hands, but on the bright side, she’d
be pleasantly full and ready for a nap. Grinning that sexy grin of his, he reached

down, released the brakes on his wheelchair and carefully pushed them towards the
extra wide bedroom door and down the hallway towards the large country-style
kitchen that his brothers and cousins had designed for them.

As  soon  as  he’d  rolled  them  off  the  polished  wood  floor  and  onto  the  smooth,  shiny
kitchen  tile,  she  was  climbing  off  his  lap  and  headed  towards  the  cabinets,  searching
for  everything  that  she  needed  to  make  her  famous  fluffy  buttermilk  pancakes  and
nearly weeping with relief when she found everything that she needed and more.

Setting a large mixing bowl on the kitchen island, she grabbed the eggs and a whisk
and gestured for Danny to continue, hoping that something he said would help her
make sense of this past week or at the very least make that paranoid side of her that
demanded that she say goodbye to everything in the world she owned and make a run
for it, but she figured that she owed it to their babies for her to hear him out.

Besides, she was starving and the pancakes wouldn’t be done for twenty more minutes
so she figured she’d give him a chance to explain what happened before she ate all the
pancakes, grabbed her stuff and made the walk of shame back to her father’s house
where she would have to move back in, knocked up and in need of her daddy to make
everything better.

“Will there be bacon or eggs?” he asked with a cocking of his brow, obviously deciding
that some negotiation had to be done before he explained his behavior.

“For me?” she said as she opened the refrigerator door and selected the delicious items
and set them on the kitchen island near the bowl. “Yes, but I haven’t decided if I’m in
a sharing mood quite just yet.”

“I see,” he murmured thoughtfully with a calculating look in his eye as he shifted his
gaze from her to the food, obviously trying to decide just how much he was going to
have admit to in order to get what he wanted.

In the end, it was the drop pure vanilla extract that she added to the pancake batter
that helped him make up his mind. With a heavy sigh, he said, “We were supposed to
be married, back on a plane and home before the curse kicked in,” he said, licking his
lips hungrily as she started laying the strips of bacon one by one on the cool cookie
sheet.

“And this curse of yours?” she asked, prompting him to begin his story if he wanted
even a single morsel of the delicious meal that she was about to make.

“Started a few hundred years back,” he said absently, liking his lips as he reached for
a handful of blueberries only to end up pulling his hand back with a glare when she
tapped it with the back of her spatula and shook her head.

“Keep going,” she said, letting him know that he wasn’t getting anything until she had

all of her answers.

Even if they terrified her, which it probably would since she was dealing with a
Bradford.

Sighing heavily, he pulled his hand back and let it drop on his lap even as his eyes
narrowed on her, watching her every move as she continued to whip together the
pancake batter and grab more food to make a late night feast.

“My great-great grandparents broke tradition and got married, left England and came
to America to start our family,” he said with a shrug as he reached for a banana and
because he’d piqued her interest, she allowed him the sweet treat.

“What makes their story so special?” she asked, grabbing a few potatoes and deciding
that some home fries would be a nice touch to this meal.

“They hated each other,” he admitted with a shrug as he peeled his banana and
devoured it in one bite.

“And that made their story special?” she asked as the historian in her reminded her
that falling in love wasn’t normally a requirement for marriage back then. Most
people married for land, end family rivalries and to form loyalties.

“They’d hated each other since they were children, tormenting each other and made
their lives a living hell until they’d finally had enough and refused to have anything to
do with each other. Years later they’d stumbled upon each other at a dinner party and
one thing led to another and…”

“She became pregnant,” she guessed with a nod, already figuring out how two people
who hated each other could end up getting married. It was the same reason that a lot
of couples married today, to give their child security and the protection of a name.

“Yes, she did,” Danny agreed quietly before he added, “And that’s when the first
Bradford tradition started.”

“Which is?”

“Forced elopement,” he said with a shrug like it was no big deal, but before she could
open her mouth and comment, and God, did she want to comment, he explained.

“A Bradford has to be out of his fucking mind to get married,” he said, pausing to
yawn just long enough for her to stop what she was doing to glare at the son of a bitch
as the insult slowly sank in, but before she could get good and mad and throw the
bowl of batter at his head, he continued explaining, which in the end, probably saved
his life.

“If a Bradford isn’t out of his mind in love with a woman and willing to do anything
and everything to make her his, including kidnap, extortion, blackmail and risk life in
prison, then he wasn’t ready to get married and the marriage is doomed,” he explained
with a small shrug as he reached for another banana.

“And you couldn’t have just asked me to marry you or mention it in passing at some
point?” she asked sarcastically as she reached for the sugar.

He looked thoughtful as he began to peel the banana until finally he shook his head
and took a bite. “No.”

“Not even a little warning?” she asked, thinking that it would have at least been nice
to know that they were getting married, which would have made the whole
kidnapping thing unnecessary.

“No,” he said, with a shake of his head as he finished off the banana, “not even a little
warning.”

“Because…,” she said leadingly, trying to understand Bradford logic and terrified that
she was starting to understand it.

“If I was thinking clearly enough to ask you, then I wouldn’t have been ready.”

“What if I had said no?” she asked, even though she never would have said no to him.
She loved him so much and couldn’t wait to spend the rest of their lives together,
raising a family and waking up in his arms every morning.

He shrugged. “That wouldn’t have stopped me.”

“I see,” she murmured, because sadly she was afraid that she really was starting to
understand.

“It’s the same way with the honeymoon,” he added, making her blink because she was
pretty sure that there was no way that they could have called the trip they’d just gone
a honeymoon. A horrible nightmare? Yes, but there was no way that anyone could
have mistaken the trip with his father and two cousins as a honeymoon, especially
since he’d barely touched her.

Besides, you have to consummate a marriage before you could go on a honeymoon and
they definitely hadn’t done anything, she absently thought as she let her hungry gaze
run over him.

It  had  been  so  long  since  she’d  run  her  hands  over  him,  tracing  his  muscles  with  her
fingertips  and  her  tongue.  Her  breath  caught  as  she  remembered  how  good  it  felt
when  he  slid  inside  her,  stretching  her,  filling  her  and  making  every  nerve  ending  in
her body come alive with pleasure.

Chapter 13

Licking his lips, he absently shoved another piece of under ripped banana in his
mouth, uncaring about the tart taste or too firm texture as his mouth watered for the
large hard nipples pushing against his wife’s tee shirt.

He’d missed her over the past few months, missed touching her, holding her, running
his tongue over every square inch of her body as he slowly sank inside the wettest,
tightest hold he’d ever experienced. Every fucking day he thought about it, thought
about how it felt to have her wet pussy welcoming him inside and doing everything in
its power to keep him there.

There were times that he thought he’d die if he didn’t feel her body wrapping around
his cock again. Some nights he’d wake up to find his hand wrapped around his cock,
stroking it as he thought about how tight or wet and welcoming her pussy would be
for him and Christ, he knew it would be fucking soaking wet. He thought about how it
would feel to have her lips wrap around his cock, the way her tongue would tease the
underside of his cock, caress his balls, how-

“Oh, fuck yes,” he groaned as imagination suddenly came to life.

He  had  no  idea  when  she  stopped  cooking,  or  when  she’d  walked  around  the  kitchen
island,  dropped  to  her  knees  and  freed  his  cock,  but  he  knew  the  instant  that  her
warm  lips  wrapped  around  the  tip  of  his  cock  and  gently  sucked.  It  was  so  good,  so
fucking  good,  he  thought,  closing  his  eyes  as  his  head  dropped  back  and  a  groan  of
pleasure  as  he  focused  on  the  feel  of  her  mouth  sliding  up  and  down  his  cock,
something  that  he’d  fantasized  about  for  the  past  few  months  and  now  that  it  was
happening he couldn’t believe how fucking good it really was.

It was

toofucking good…

“Tink,  baby,”  he  said,  gasping  as  pleasure  soared  through  the  tip  of  his  cock.  “You’ve
gotta  stop.  Baby,  you’ve  gotta  stop,”  he  said  even  as  his  hands  tightened  around  the
arms  of  his  wheelchair  and  prayed  to  God  that  she  would  never  stop  sucking  on  his
cock, because he was pretty fucking sure that he would die if she did.

At  that  moment  he  would  have  happily  sold  his  soul  if  she  continued  and  thank
fucking  god  that  she  did.  Within  seconds  every  muscle  in  his  body  had  tightened
painfully,  his  back  bowed  and  he  shouting  her  name  as  she  sucked  every  last  drop  of
pleasure from his body. She was still licking and sucking his over sensitized cock when
he reached for her.

He had her sitting on the edge of the table and was practically tearing her pants off as
she lifted her beautiful ass to help him. When he reached for her baby pink panties he
stopped playing around. He grabbed the waste of her panties and ripped them clean

from her body, exposing the needy little pussy that he’d been fantasizing for months
now.

When  she  leaned  back  and  spread  her  legs,  he  didn’t  hesitate.  He  buried  his  face
between her legs and slid his tongue up her core, fucking her hard with his tongue as
he  savored  the  flavor  coating  his  tongue.  Christ,  he  couldn’t  get  enough  of  her,  he
thought  as  he  shifted  his  head  at  a  different  angle,  needing  to  slide  his  tongue  in
deeper.

“Oh, God,” Jodi moaned as she ran her fingers through his hair, encouraging him to
continue while he prayed that she never stopped rocking her pussy against his tongue,
taking what she wanted and making his cock harden painfully again.

He needed her.

Now.

He wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her there until she begged him to fuck
her harder and harder and he would. There would be nothing on this earth from
taking her to the floor, placing her on her hands and knees and fucking her there, too.
Then he wanted to press her against the wall and fuck her there until his body
couldn’t take anymore and his balls threaten to explode, but he couldn’t do any of that,
he realized.

Because he was still stuck in this fucking wheelchair without a way to show her how
badly he wanted her, how badly he needed her and God, did that fucking sting. Until
this moment, he hadn’t realized that he might very well have to face a lifetime of
lying on the bed, praying that his wife would take pity on him and climb on top of him
and give him a mercy fuck.

That was unfucking acceptable, he screamed at himself, snarling against her wet
pussy as he pushed his tongue deeper inside her, fucking her with everything that he
had and showing her that he was still a man, he was still her man and he would do
whatever it took to make sure that she never forgot it.

*-*-*-*

“Bed,” was all she could manage to say as she struggled to catch her breath.

He shook his head stubbornly as he turned his head more to the left, slid his tongue
back inside her and prepared to drive her over the edge with another orgasm, but she
wanted more. She wanted him.

Taking a deep breath, she said, “Bed,” not caring that she could barely make out what
she was saying or that she was light headed from screaming his name. All that
mattered right now was feeling him inside her and as much as she loved his tongue, it

wasn’t what she really needed.

“Busy,” he growled against her pussy, the vibrations teasing her clit and threatening
to send her over the edge again, but she was determined.

“Bed,”  she  breathed,  pushing  him  back  so  that  she  could  carefully  climb  off  the  table
and  straddle  his  lap  where  his  large  erection  was  standing  erect  with  an  angry  red
tint,  looking  as  though  it  had  been  years  since  the  last  time  it  had  found  release
instead of minutes.

Unwilling to waste something that she craved more than her next breath, she
wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaned down and kissed him and shifted until
that firm cock between his legs was teasing her slit and threatening to send them
both over the edge.

“Mmmm,” he groaned as he wrapped his arms around her.

“Bed,” she stressed tightly, wondering why they were still in the kitchen and wasn’t
fucking her.

He shook his head as he gripped her ass and used his hold to rock her wet pussy
against him, driving her out of her damn mind and making it more difficult to stay
determined and make him take her to bed. She wanted him in a bed where she could
lay back, spread her legs and scream his name as he fucked her, showing her just how
much he loved and missed her.

She needed this, needed him and she-

Gasped as he shifted her on top of him, teasing her clit one second with the tip of his
engorged cock and the next he was sliding inside her. The air caught in her throat as
she felt him stretching her, sliding deeper inside her and making it impossible to
ignore just how good he felt and how badly she’d missed this. Before she could come
back to her senses, she was riding him, moving up and down, feeling his cock slide in
and out of her as she leaned down and kissed him, savoring the flavor of herself on his
lips as he reached up and palmed her breast.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned approvingly as he shifted, giving her better access to his
cock and making her want to scream in pleasure as he slid inside her at just the right
angle.

“Oh, God, Danny,” she moaned, whimpering in pleasure as she tightened her hold
around him, shifted her legs and rode him harder.

“That’s it, Tink. Take what you need, baby,” he growled as he gripped her ass and
helped guide her, moving her harder and faster on his cock.

“Please, Danny! Please!” she cried against his lips, not really knowing what she was
asking for or what she needed, but knowing without a doubt that he would give her
absolutely everything that she needed.

There was a loud, pained groan as she slammed down hard on his cock and then there
was…nothing.

One second she was riding him, on the verge of one of the most powerful orgasms that
she’d ever experienced and the next she found herself lying across the kitchen table
with her legs spread, her breaths heaving in and out of her chest and her sheath
practically screaming in misery at the loss of Danny.

Licking her lips, she struggled to form a coherent sentence, to beg him to come back to
her, to fuck her, to take the pain away, to do anything to take this misery away, but
before she could say anything, not that it was actually physically possible, Danny was
setting the locks on his wheelchair, grabbing hold of the table and pushing himself to
his feet.

“Danny, no!” she said, the orgasm that threatened to bring her to her knees instantly
forgotten as she watched her husband grip the kitchen table, take a deep breath and
reach over her so that he could grab the edge of the kitchen table and pull his body
over hers.

His response was a groan as his cock slid right back inside her. He didn’t waste any
time explaining what he was doing or trying to reassure her that everything was
okay. Instead he used his hold on the edge of the table and began fucking her in a way
that had her gasping for breath and her arms wrapping her arms around his shoulders
as he slid inside her.

“Tink,” he groaned as he shoved his cock in further inside her, making them both
moan with pleasure as the new move sent his cock sliding inside her at a different
angle.

“Love you, Jodi,” he said, shifting his hands so that were pressed flat against the table
and he was raising himself above her, fucking her with shallow thrusts that drove her
out of her mind as she looked up and locked eyes with the man that she loved.

“I love you, Danny,” she whispered, gasping for her next breath as she continued to
roll his cock inside her, making it harder and harder for her to hold back as he fucked
her, careful of her swelling stomach.

“Love  you  so  damn  much,  Tink,”  he  said,  smiling  as  he  leaned  down  and  kissed  her,
taking  her  pleasure  to  a  new  level  and  triggering  an  orgasm  that  made  it  impossible
for  her  to  catch  her  next  breath,  but  somehow  allowed  her  to  scream  his  name  until
her voice was hoarse and she didn’t think she’d ever be able to talk again.

Danny groaned loudly as his back bowed and his cock swelled inside her, sending her
over again and this time guaranteeing that it would be quite sometime before she was
able to talk again, but she didn’t care, not as long as she had Danny in her arms.

With  a  groan  and  a  small  grunt  of  pleasure,  he  lowered  himself  on  top  of  her  as  he
tried  to  catch  his  breath.  He  kissed  her  forehead,  her  nose,  her  chin  and  then  finally
her  lips  as  she  sighed  with  pleasure,  which  incidentally  ended  once  she  realized  that
the large bastard lying on top of her was laughing.

Glaring up him, because she was pretty sure that she’d lost the power of speech, she
waited for the bastard to stop laughing, but instead he shook his head as he continued
to chuckle and admitted, “I have no fucking clue how I’m going to get off this table.”

As his words sank in a snort of laughter escaped her until she found herself pressing
her lips against his and laughing with him.

That is until Duncan came in the kitchen carrying grocery bags and spotted them.

“Thisde initelywasn’tinthefuckingjobdescription,”Duncangrumbledwithalong-suffering
sigh as he dropped a bag of groceries on the kitchen island and strolled out of the kitchen,
shakinghisheadindisgustwhiletheylaidthere,unabletostoplaughing,becausethiswas
de initelygoingbeaninterestingexperiencelivingwithtwoBradfords,shekissedhimagain,
vaguely wondering what it was going to take to get Duncan to come back in here and help
themoffthistable.

About the Author

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