I started to get myself together when I woke up in Kansas Castle in Charles' arms. How he always knew I wanted intimacy, and he had taught me there was nothing wrong with that. This was a wonderful wake-up call instead of either waking up in a medbay in chains or alone in a bedroom somewhere.

I really had someone. So I couldn't always even believe it. Even though Charles and I had been together for years, I still kept wondering about this feeling and how he could bother with me. When he really wanted to. Charles said,

"Good morning, you're in much better shape now. Salvatore operated on you but we started treating you when we got our nesting under control. Perhaps you'd like a bath to sleep? There are only heated pools here. "

I said

, "I don't want to go anywhere else yet but just be here. This is perfect. You, my beloved, the light of my life, my savior, are perfect. "

I fell back asleep when I was so damn safe.

Then I woke up the next time by myself. There was a note on the bedside table,

"Food is in the fridge, come eat when you're hungry."

I got dressed and went to the kitchen. Well, the fridge was full of food and I got myself a good portion. Adam came into the kitchen in nothing but jeans, smelling of sex and looking a bit remorseful.

I said, "Good morning, you must have been horny."

Adam said, "Yeah, we're having a group session if you want to come along."

I didn't feel like it.

I said, "I don't fancy that job, this little chaos is going to go out and do some work."

Adam smiled, finished his drink, and went back. That was just a check-up. I'd told Adam I was going out, but I was actually going to do some Flea stuff. It was always such a good distraction, if only to not be fucking up my future all the time.

I found myself a good studio again and got to work, sending the killing sprees on. Get in touch with Reddington, organize rescue missions, find medical facilities, consult on planning, and help with planning. The flea stuff was a bit like that. Once you start doing it, you get stuck in.

Somewhere in between I always found that someone was actually supplying me with a food tray and it was Adam or Charles, or so I assumed because I hadn't paid that much attention to the job.

Damon and Mariella were lying in bed and Damon said,

" Do you want to see a flea? I mean at Mimi's work. We could go make some food so I can teach you how to cook. Because she's at flea and she's not eating, she's just caught up in the business. Adam and Charles did take food every now and then, but come on, it's an impressive sight."

Mariella was curious. How can a working person be an impressive sight? Isn't it mostly a boring sight? They showered, though Damon took Mariella really hard by choking her really hard in the shower and then they got dressed and went to dinner.

When they were halfway through eating Adam and Charles came into the kitchen, grabbed a tray, and started piling Mimi's dishes. Damon stood up and said,

"Let me feed the lady, you two go and eat, Mariella will feed you in a minute."

Mariella watched as Damon concentrated on putting Mimi's meal together.

Several fruit smoothies, made with great precision. A prescribed amount of certain wagyu meat, not really carbs from any pasta or potatoes. A large thermos of coffee and three liters of Coca-Cola. Mariella had finished her meal and started mashing meat from the smokebox in front of the men.

Mimi had almost smoking cabinets in every house, and they were often full after the lady. It was interesting for Mariella to empty them and then watch Damon's expression, ranging from disbelief to rage.

Where the fuck did Mimi get all this meat from. And then there was a pit like this outside every house, an open fireplace where you could cook a whole beef carcass at once. Sometimes, Mimi would have a carcass cooked there, too.

Adam and Charles had always chopped and cleaned them up. They didn't care where Mimi got the meat. They were good meats, very tasty and they didn't always get angry with Mimi about some meat. Although Charles knew that at some point he could take the little bitch by the throat again and teach her in bed.

Mariella was finally satisfied with the amount of meat in front of the men and said to Damon.

"I'm ready, let's go talk to Mimi while she eats."

Damon laughed and said, " Darling, Mimi won't even notice when we take these. I can guarantee you that. Unless I want her to take a break. "

They went up to the seventh floor, and there were big double doors at the end of one of the corridors.

Damon walked in with a tray and said, " Go ahead and open it."

Mariella opened the doors, and the room that was revealed was huge. There was the biggest bed she had ever seen. Damon walked to the other end of the room, where there was another oak door.

Mariella marveled and wondered at the room. This was not a consecrated room, and so it was magnificent. This was supposed to be a wedding night bed. She went and opened the door. There was a large study, and Mimi was at work.

Damon went into the room and put the tray on the desk next to Mimi. She was watching some satellite feed and at the same time listening to some phone call while every now and then she would grumble something into the handsfree device that was in her ear.

Mariella watched as Damon put a plate in front of Mimi and held out a fork to her. Mimi casually took a couple of bites and continued her call. Then she hung up that call tapped the next one on her phone, and started chatting with someone about some blasting gig.

Mariella paced the room. On one wall, there were satellite pictures and some survey results of some terrain Then there were maps—magazine articles. In the printer, there were several papers coming out, and they were some kind of lists. Kill lists.

Mimi had now moved at the same time to research something on her computer while talking to another person on the phone. Damon had gotten Mimi to eat a little, but not properly.

Damon came over to Mariella and said,

" As you can see. A world of her own. I'll go, or Adam and Charles will come by sometime and pick up that tray then. "

Mariella sighed and said, "Doesn't she have any help, I mean who could she direct things to? Delegate."

Damon smiled and said, "Mimi doesn't delegate unless she has to. Right now she's trying to get everything back as well as she can so that if there comes a time when she's sick or in heat and she's not available, things will be taken care of."

Mariella said, " Why don't you help? There's no Damien in you now. Mimi is chaos, and this is a pretty chaotic situation. This could use someone who is methodical and precise. I know honey that you have always wanted to help, and you have your own network. Let's get to work. First, you need to calm the lady down."

Damon grinned and said, "Really, darling, a flank?"

Mariella nodded.

She felt that Damon should get involved because he's an alpha male, a pack leader, a strong old vampire, and Mimi's husband.

Someone had brought food again, and I ate it when I remembered. I had a couple of really good leads on the underground medical facilities, and I was about to set up a reconnaissance when I felt a needle sink into my lung and Damon's hands supporting me.

He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the couch to sit next to Mariella.

Mariella said, " Now begins Mimi's new time at the fleas. Now they'll get Damon to help. Now you too will start to learn to delegate and let's see what Damon can do so it won't be so desperate for you all the time. Now you get Mimi some help."

I thought, yeah. But Damon doesn't even know what I'm doing at the moment. I felt someone take my phone off my head, and Damon crouched in front of me for a moment as he put it on himself and said,

"Fucking strong telepath. Mimi, don't worry. You sit there in peace or else sedated, but let me pass this stuff on a bit and then see what's going on. Mimi, try slowly to get used to the idea that one day you won't be in charge of the fleas anymore because that's what I'm going to do. I'm not destroying the fleas, but it's time for you to move on and hand this organization over to others. To qualified people."

Oh, just get it all out. Of course. This has always bugged Damon that I'm working. Always. Fine, let's see if the Lord ever finds anyone because that's not an easy job, and I don't know if any human being can do it.

Damon got up and started to examine and organize my desk. Oh, that I can be put off when someone interferes with my space. Whether it's a car seat or my desk, he put the papers in neat stacks after going through everything. Some he furrowed his brow, and some he didn't.

Then he would sit in my chair and adjust it a little better too. He started going through my work phone and then took his phone and apparently cloned my contact details for himself. Fuck, and then he started looking through my laptop.

I sat on the sofa and ate as Mariella brought a tray in front of me and heated the food with energy. Damon was calling and texting whoever and whenever sending out entire kill lists.

Fine. Go ahead. I'll clean up after him one day since he has no idea about distributing kill lists. That one list might have names all over Europe. I therefore have guys in every country I call, and I don't just give them the whole list because it's not easy to do.

Apparently, not everyone wanted to talk to Damon, and well, I knew that, but they had to experience it for themselves.

I finished my meal and thought fine, I still have work to do, even though Damon is now working at my desk.

I walked over to the printer, grabbed my tablet from the shelf, and thought I'd go and get these snipers in order. I went and sat down in one of the armchairs and started looking at who I could send what to.

Mariella asked, " What are you doing now, Mimi? Damon told you to take it easy? Damon will get on with things."

I looked at Mariella steadily and said, " I'm organizing the sniping now. I need to get those naughty bastards in the medical establishment killed. I just have to see who's taking care of who. Who's on the free."

Damon looked at me for a moment and said, "Mimi can you hand me the tablet and the lists, and I'll take care of them here."

I sighed and said. " No offense, really, but you're going to have to dig into my head for all these snipers and start figuring out who's right for what job. And that might take some time. If you could find out about those bunkers better than I can, see if there's anything in them. I was thinking of putting a group out there to find out, but if there are, what precautions to take, and who will do the job? "

Damon stood up, took the tablet and the lists from my hands, put them on the table, and was quiet. He went on with his work. Occasionally, he'd call from his phone, sometimes to someone else.

Mariella said, "Isn't he gorgeous? Look when everything is in order and in place in a minute. Damon has his own contacts, and you can imagine how many he's accumulated in over a thousand years. Soon, all the work will be completely done. Then you can come and show me what a naughty little bitch you are."

I thought, fine. Let's see, then. I got up and went to sit next to Mariella. Very close. I looked at her hotly and raised an eyebrow. She looked back and relaxed.

I reached out and took her head and kissed her. She hesitated for a moment and then returned my kiss greedily. I let go and kissed her even harder. Then I released my grip, leaned back a little to sit, and let my hand stroke her arm. She was wearing a tee shirt and skirt, Damon's tee shirt, but it actually didn't even bother me. Sometimes, it might have, but not now.

I slipped my hand inside the hem of her shirt and started pinching her nipples, squeezing and rubbing her firm breasts. Her skin was silky and hot, and she looked at me hotly.

After my time of pinching and teasing, her nipples were on full display and tight, hard. I let my hand start to go under the waistband of her skirt and stroked her soft, satiny, smooth skin. I started teasing her clit when I found her hot wet cunt, and she gasped.

I leaned in to kiss her at the same time and dipped two fingers into her tight tight wetness, and started to fuck her with my fingers making sure I always hit her g-spot. We looked at Damon, who was now really concentrating on work, and when Mariella came, I sank my teeth into her neck and drank really naughtily.

At the same time, I put my hand over her mouth so that she was quiet. I pulled my fingers away and licked off the peach nectar on them.

Then I just got up and went back to sit in the armchair. Mariella's expression. Oh, that she was once again confused.

I watched as Mariella thought for ten minutes and then went and started eating Damon's ear and nibbling on his neck. Damon responded with equal fervor and buff! They teleported away, and I was left to get on with my work.

Damon hadn't actually done too much damage yet, and I happily got on with my work. It was just maybe a little 1-0 again for Damon—a little lesson to see which of us can concentrate on the job.

Adam and Charles did deliver quite a lot of food. Those bunkers were so fucking difficult, though, and I was beginning to think that, at some point, I'd have to go and do those jobs myself. Charles had nothing to say about it, and neither did Adam; they had the wolves, and Mariella was on her mind again.

I thought I'd have a word with Reddington and see if he had any opinion. If they are a medical establishment, I'm not going to send anybody there to be killed.

Mariella sighed. Another good plan and Mimi won again. Damon had already gotten the hang of it, and then she couldn't help herself after that Mimi stunt, and another two weeks had passed.

Damon said, "Yeah, she's 1-0, that girl, that's all I can say. I don't know what I'm supposed to do now, darling, except keep fucking you. How on earth does she always get us to fuck, get the whole pack to fuck?"

Mariella said, " Because we are lust creatures, that is our driving force. The lady is running on solar energy again even though she is doing fucking strong lust. There's nothing we can do about it. We just are what we are. "

Damon said, " Fuck it, now you and I are going to go to the Azores for a few months, and then we'll look at it again. I'll let the lady know she can fucking do jobs for me."

Mariella sighed with happiness. She would be back in their paradise.