Chp30 dark times

Talyor pov

Security is tight. After Portland the girl's world is shattered. The press hounds them. They have to bail on school. Christian wants to throw up an army to protect them at WSU. But it's not workable. So the girls will do online and correspondence (mail order college credit courses) courses.

Welch has got several attempt penetrations of GEH, and Escala. I heighten security. I bring Sawyer and Dobbs on full time. None of the woman goes out unprotected. I stick to Grey like glue. Gail is working hard to help.

Ray is mad that Kaylee had to quit the French project, but they were being unreasonable. Denying her time with her new family. I found new respect for her. turning down 15 grand for thirty days' work is tough. Ray feel bad about the loss to her reputation, but proud she sticking with them.

Ray and Kaylee moved into an apartment next to Steve and Mary. Mary spends a lot of time with Anna. The two look and act more like twin every day. Even wear similar cloths, without trying. Several times during the last few months since the holidays; I've watch them on the cctv, just move in sync, like their connected somehow.

Sawyer calls me. he's bagged a stalker outside. He demands I came down. I'm pissed. He works for me, not the other way around. I arrive in the Garage. I expect a low life Paparazzi. Instead I see a professional, security, ex-military. After introductions, I ask who he works for. He refuses I tell Sawyer to get the answers. The pro balks, Sawyer grins. The guy cave-in, Sawyer's reputation is fierce. Who the fuck is the Davenport Group, and why are they interested in Mary?

Xxxxxx

10 days to Easter

I sip my tea, watch the birds soar by in the rain gray day of early March. Soon we head to New York, to Kaylee family. I have hope for a good intro and visit, but Ben isn't so sure. Grace has called a meeting tonight with Steve and Mary, Christian and me. she won't say why, but I hear the tension in her voice.

The table is set. Mary and I hide in my office. The guy's shoot pool, as we huddle pretending to read. Watching the guys bend and flex over the table. I feel hot and bothered. I know Mary's flush is the same. We look at each other and giggle. I bump her shoulder, she bumps back. I feel so connected and apart of her. I know she feels the same.

We greet Grace and Carrick as they enter the great room. She takes a seat. Indicating for us to sit. She looks worried. I hope this isn't about their health. I know the stress of the last few months has hurt them.

"Girls I want to apologize; I know I broke your trust in me. I truly did it for your own good, I know that doesn't excuse my behavior. I will understand if afterwards you wish me to leave, and have minimum contact." She pauses. I don't understand, how did she break our trust? How could we forsake her? she stands and paces.

"I had your blood, both of you. Tested, DNA testing." She wrings her hands. I don't understand, why have us DNA tested. I look at Mary, she shrugs. We just don't understand. "Mom? What were you hoping to find?" Christian ask.

"I was hoping to find nothing. Instead I found you too are sister. Blood relations. You both have the same parents." She looks frighten as she speaks.

I try to wrap my head around the facts. My Parents, my biological parents had Mary. But why give her up and keep me? I don't understand. I look at Grace, "You mean Frank and Carla had us both?" Grace looks hurt, she wrings her hands. Looking us in the eye. "Carla had you both from the same man, it wasn't Frank Lambert. The blood type doesn't match for either of you."

"What about My parents? The Kessler's?" Mary speaks shakily. I move a hug her. we need each other. The guys each hug us. I look at Grace. "We don't know who the father is. Carrick checked with Kessler family lawyer, he confirmed you were adopted at birth. The Kessler's planned to tell you, but they died when you were five. Your Grandfather feared losing you, so he never told you." Mary squares her shoulders, "What now?"

I giggle "Well older sister, Ray and Kaylee will adopt you, we will be sisters, for real. And Steve will have to ask Ray for your hand." I see Steve groan. As Mary perks up "you think they will?" "yep, let's call them" I turn back to Grace. "Grace, I forgive you. You did it with good intention. A now I know Mary's my real sister, I can't be happier." Grace relaxes. Has Carrick holds her. we kiss her cheek and hug them. I call the adult to join us. As Mary helps Gail expand the seating.

The adults arrive. We go to my office. Ray is happy, Kaylee is over the moon. We family hug. As Kaylee calls Ben with the news. Mary high fives me "We outnumber the boys" "Hell, yea!" as Kaylee high five us both. Ray looks contrite, but I know he's faking as we hug him. "You know Mary. Steve will have to ask me for your hand in Marriage!" we giggle. "Do you worse Major Steele!" we coo. As we descent into laughter. Ray retreats as Gail and Grace join us. After 10 minutes. We exit to eat. The party is full bore by the time Elliot, Kate, and Mia arrive after dinner. The family is expanding a getting stronger.

I beg Chris to play as Mary, Kaylee, Grace and me sing. Elliot digs out a guitar he stashed here. And Mia plays upside down pots as drums. Kate, love her but she can't sing to save her life, plays spoons as Gail teaches her. we're rock the penthouse late into the night.

Daddy holds me as we look out over the city lights. I melt into his embrace. As Mary walks over. he opens his arms and hugs us both together. We feel loved and at peace. I always miss my daddy. I know Mary misses her daddy and grandfather. We embrace to love. I feel hands in my hair. Kaylee has joined us. This couldn't get better, well maybe just a little more, if Ben was here. We the family Steele are united, not by blood but choice. I will fight and die for this family.

Xxxxxx

Mrs.T pov.

I can't get any information out of Seattle. the Grey's have slammed the door shut on Mary Kessler, my granddaughter. I seethe with angry. I want them dead all of them. But they elude me. My slut of a daughter, my granddaughters, my grandson. I had Luke, but he escaped. I will hunt them all. I must protect my station, my fortune. I cannot let any of them live to threaten me. I didn't claw my way out of the gutters to lose it all now. If Thomas hadn't been so obsessed with an heir. If Carla hadn't been willing to breed for money. Ugh, I hate them.

I'll call the lawyer in LA. $50,000. Should buy little Miss Kessler an early grave. I smile for the first time in weeks. Soon, soon I will be safe. my spawns will be no more.

Xxxx

JFK airport. 7 days too Easter.

Mikey called me. my sister as arisen from obscurity, well one of the two. Mom is somewhere in Georgia. I just landed from my day job. 300,000 dollars in bonus money. The fun and joys of mercenary's life. I see Mikey at the gate. His lopsided grin, the eyes that just never seem human. His mental state is always borderline. I remember.

The storm washed buckets against the windows, the walls shake from the thunder. We wait for the right moment. I've planned and prepared for more than a year. Tonight we break out of this hell hole jail. The locked window is free and open. The north bound freight train is due in hour forty minutes. We should make train in 25 minutes from break out. We can hide at Mikey aunt in Brooklynn. The lighting flash. It time. No more drugs, beatings, or electroshock. The rich bitch with the dead eyes. Mrs. Thomas Townsend. Put me here, for what I don't know. She laughs at my pain, my terror. She promises the doctors riches if they end me, destroy my mind. I will find out why. Then destroy her.

Two years later: the summer house in the Hampton. The bitch is down, I step on her wrist, the one she loved to hit me with. She screams, I ask my questions. The bitch scream. She confesses everything. I stand frozen, stunned, in disbelieve. Mikey and Shawnee drag me away. I can't believe she's my grandmother and hates me. what did I do to her? I was just fourteen when she found me. stuck in an orphanage. Never adoptable, or loved. I feel the rage building inside of me. my siblings are in trouble.

Present: I shake Mikey hand, he hugs me. my blood brother is unhappy. The guy he was dating broke up and left him. A Shawnee is mad at him for ruining her Persian rug I sent her. Iraq is a shit hole, but some good deals can be made. I have no moral compass, so I don't care. At least that what the army says. I hug him collect my luggage, and head for the love of my life.

Arriving at the Rockefeller compounds on Long Island. I marvel at the house, the grounds. How the Bastard daughter of one of the industrial princes, loves me? Shawnee Rockefeller is the most beautiful girl in the world. Tall, willow, with long blonde hair. Blue eyes like deep waters of the Arabian sea. I watch as she exits one of the small house, her house, on the border of the compound. She walks with a lithe, a stride of untamed horse. I smile as I take her in my arms. She kisses me with the lost passion of one's separated to long.

Shawnee is smart, brilliant, beautiful, self-assured and my age. I remember the night we meet. She was escaping a social Gala, her date got out of hand. I remember squatting in the alley, watching, hunger for violence. She held her own till his two friends joined the attack. I remember stepping out of the shadows. Fist flying as the rich kids scattered and ran. Looking into her eyes. Seeing my soul reflected as she kissed me. leading my back to her house, her room, her world. I look and see the brightest future if I could defeat the witches.

Shawnee holds my hand; I feel right with the world. My woman loves me. She updates me. I think a road trip to Seattle, can't fly with an arsenal. But no, the girl is coming to NYC, reason unknown. She's coworker with some billionaire girlfriend, their coming to town. I plan on how to meet and protect my sister. An destroy my grandmother and mother. I sip my tea and focus on the task at hand.