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  Krystal Clear

  Claire Lalique

  Dedication

  To A Paw And A Prayer, my favorite dog rescuers, and to all my dogs, Ziva, Kitty and Wheezer (rescue dogs everyone). "Save one until there are none".

  Krystal Clear

  Claire Lalique

  Copyright © 2017 by Claire Lalique

  All Rights Reserved

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  Cover design by Nerdy Girl Graphics

  Editing by Pinpoint Editing

  When I was young

  I drank you down,

  In deep gulps

  And gentle sips

  You were everything I ever wanted.

  When I was a woman

  I felt you near me,

  Lips to lips

  Toes to toes

  You enveloped me.

  --Jennifer Brown

  ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

  There are so many, but Quill & Ink for their wonderfully supportive ways. Their decision to take me in as a writer has been all encompassing. They have guided me through an oft times confusing process, that, I admit, I still don’t understand. I appreciate their late night and early morning conversations about the importance of keeping up with social media and my readers.

  To Tamara McLean and Nerdy Girl Graphics for the hauntingly evocative cover, that express the sentiment of my story perfectly.

  To Evelyn Summers, and Pinpoint Editing, for her, "Learn-As-You-Go" method, of teaching, the placement, of, the Oxford, Comma.

  To Maggie Tackett, my cousin and Beta reader extraordinaire. She is as fiercely loyal to this book as I am and our 'discussions' about the best way to resolve a plot line have gone on for hours. She is the best!

  To Lylian Aguiar, Beth Miller, Nora KIldahl who are my super fans and the Hootin' And Hollerin' Sassanachs who are fiercely supportive and ask continually how I'm doing.

  Then finally, to my beloved family-my girls, Kristen & Sarah, my grandson, Bowie, my DH John W. None of them have read my book, (too weird to read an erotic book by your mom or wife) but have encouraged me, provided the right word or idea, at the right time, or just given me a quiet space to write in.

  Chapter One

  Krystal

  I would like to believe that Samuel “Blue” Donahue and I are one of the great and forever loves that I read about when I was growing up: Anthony and Cleopatra, Jamie and Claire, Roark and Eve. Certainly our first encounter was fate. He was a police officer, I was a victim. He rescued me from the Rattler Kings Motorcycle Gang. I rescued him from a life without true love.

  Now, we were together, planning our life, surrounded by family and friends. Our unborn child was going to be encircled by the unconditional love that we had found within each other.

  Maeve, Blue’s sister, was downstairs in her own apartment scurrying about, trying to decide what to wear to impress the oh so dark, oh so handsome, Derick Black, ATF Agent Extraordinaire. She had been enamored of him from the beginning. She had been a friend, so I was reciprocating by doing some matchmaking. When she first met me, Maeve had refused to treat me as if I was damaged, using her nonstop talking and snarky comments to push me from my fear fogged brain that kept me trapped in silence when I first came to the house on Bardstown Road. Now that house was my home.

  Now, we were together, planning our life, surrounded by family and friends. Our unborn child was going to be encircled by the unconditional love that we had found within ourselves.

  Maeve, Blue’s sister, was downstairs in her own apartment scurrying about, trying to decide what to wear to impress the oh so dark, oh so handsome, Derick Black, ATF Agent Extraordinaire. She had been enamored of him from the beginning. She had been a true friend, so I was reciprocating by doing some matchmaking. When she first met me, Maeve had refused to treat me as if I was damaged, using her nonstop talking and snarky comments to push me from my fear fogged brain that kept me trapped in silence when I first came to the house on Bardstown Road. Now that house was my home.

  Tonight, we were having Derick over for dinner. Maeve had commented more than once that she would like to get to know him better, as she had waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Maeve had quickly insinuated herself as my friend, with her huge heart and concern about people. She was a nurse, finishing her graduate degree as a nurse practitioner in midwifery. All her patients loved her, and so did I,

  Part of my fear that was so difficult to remove from my subconscious thoughts, was the memory of my best friend’s murder. I could remember as if it was yesterday, the glint of the blade against Donna’s neck, the spatters of bright red blood on the walls, then Jag’s voice whispering in my ear, “Don’t tell anyone what you seen or your momma’s dead.” I still had horrific nightmares where I would wake up, screaming, with Blue’s arms wrapped so tightly around me I couldn’t move.

  I would always miss Donna. Our childhood friendship had kept us together for so long that we could finish each other’s sentences; we could practically read each other’s minds. As my life changed so drastically, I missed being able to talk to her. However, I knew she would have loved Maeve as much as I did and I was comforted by that knowledge.

  I was excited about Derick coming over tonight. He had been a good friend and mentor to Blue and he was always gallant to Maeve and me in a dark brooding alpha man kind of way.

  Maeve had been flitting about all day, helping me clean the apartment, and talking about how much she liked Derick. She kept hinting that he might be “quirky” in bed, but she refused to elaborate. Now she was downstairs trying to decide what to wear.

  It was obvious to Blue and me that Maeve and Derick were interested in each other, so we had decided to push that along a bit by getting them together. Now she was downstairs again, changing her clothes again so she could impress him.

  The doorbell rang so Blue went to get it while I finished getting ready. I still struggled at times talking to strangers or people I didn't like, but with close friends I only had problems if I got overwhelmed by my feelings, so I was relaxed and comfortable that Maeve and Derick were joining us for dinner. They knew me very well and if I acted unusual or different than normal, they understood the reasons and didn't question me.

  Blue clattered downstairs just as Maeve opened her apartment door, so they both greeted Derick at the same time. I heard the three of them coming back up the stairs so I gave one last brush of my hair and walked into the living room.

  Derick looked at Blue and me with a concerned expression. “Krystal, Sam,” he said, “I need to talk to you.”

  His serious tone made me nervous, so I immediately went to Blue and curled against his side. He would always be my savior and protector in my eyes and, I think, in his. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe once again.

  Derick suggested we go into the living room to talk, but I insisted we go into the kitchen so I could finish getting the table set and dinner ready. I announced, “Blue’s made his famous Parmesan Lime Grilled Corn and his White Chili. He used his mom’s recipe for the chili so it’s gotta be good. Maeve and I made a salad.” A dinner party was something I had never done so I smiled nervously at Blue and started pulling silverware out of drawers and the chunky pottery bowls that we had bought a few days ago at the ByeBee Pottery Outlet just for this
party.

  “Sam, Krystal,” He said, interrupting me, “There's been some chatter from our informants that some men in the Favoloras Cartel from Mexico have come into town. Word has it they are gunning for the people that shut down their pipeline for drugs and guns into this area.”

  I stilled, almost not breathing and looked at Blue. He took two steps and had me pressed hard against his body. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, “It doesn't matter. You and the baby belong to me. I will always protect both of you. Every breath in your body is mine to take care of forever. You will always be safe with me.” My face was against his chest and I heard his steady slow heartbeat. I smelled his spicy cologne with a faint hint of his own musk underneath. My body knew these signals intimately and I relaxed almost unconsciously.

  “Unfortunately,” Derick said, “I have some more news. Krystal, I got a call from Captain Frank about twenty minutes ago. I told him not to call you because I wanted to be with you when I told you. The police had a call to the Riverside Trailer Homes this afternoon. A cavalcade of cars went through the park today with guns. They shot up everyone's trailers from the entrance to the road where your mom lived. A few people were injured, and one person was pronounced dead at the scene.”

  The bowl in my hand crashed to the ground as I sagged, unable to support myself on nerveless legs. I remembered what Jag had said about coming after my mom. But he was in jail. How would this cartel know about my mom? We weren't particularly close anymore, but I loved her. It could not be her that was dead. Maybe someone I knew. Maybe Mom’s new boyfriend . . . my mind kept going in useless circles.

  Blue scooped me into his arms and held me tightly against him amid the broken pieces of blue speckled pottery. “Shhhh” he murmured in my ear, “It’s all going to be okay.”

  Derick said, “I'm sorry, Krystal. I’m sorry to have to tell you that your mom died this afternoon. Also, from the description of the cars and people it looked like not only was it the Favoloras Cartel, but it was their leader, Aaron Favoloras, who actually shot your mom. That means he’s calling the kill as a blood debt to him personally.”

  I knew I should say something, but I felt once more as if my throat had a huge blockage that words couldn’t pass. How was I going to be able to deal with my mom dying? How was I going to deal with more violence and death? I slid out of Blue’s arms, and sat heavily onto the floor. I looked at the broken bowls and whispered, “I need to pick this up, I guess we can just use our regular bowls.”

  Samuel

  I pulled my beautiful Flower up again, close to my chest and rubbed gentle circles on her back. I was furious and to tell the truth, very scared. It's not every day you’re told an entire Mexican Drug Cartel is gunning for you and your girlfriend.

  I looked at Derek and asked, “What are you planning? You have a plan. Right? What is it?”

  “Well right now we are gathering intel on how many of their men are in town. Then we need to find out what they are planning to do next. If we can find where they are holed up, we have enough witnesses to hold Aaron Favoloras on a First Degree Murder Charge and some of the others on Attempted Murder and Aggravated Assault. Obviously we want to keep an eye on you, Krystal and Maeve, so all three of you stay safe. FBI is coming in town to form a Joint Task Force. We need to find out why Favoloras has called ‘Blood Debt’. That usually means that a close family member has been killed.”

  During Derek’s little speech, I felt Flower trembling. She didn't need this! . I hoped it would make Flower feel safer if she knew we had plans to deal with this new situation. I had promised myself that I would give her the life she had never had, full of love and happiness. I couldn't allow the Cartel to affect my girl. She needed to be growing our sweet baby in peace. She needed to heal from all the things that had happened to her.

  I looked at Derick, “Can we send Krystal and Maeve out of town until we clear this up?”

  Loudly and almost in unison, Maeve and Flower shouted, "NO!” At that outburst, she slid her legs down my body until her feet hit the floor. She was still holding onto my arms but her head was high and she was looking at both Derick and me.

  “I'm not leaving my home because of some more criminals.” She looked defiantly at me, though I could tell she was a little nervous, expressing a desire to not do what I told her. Actually I was proud of her. She had grown so much in strength during the past month. Rarely did she ever shut down any more. She talked to people she knew, and even carried on brief conversations with strangers.

  I was afraid we wouldn't be able to convince her and Maeve to leave, but I wasn't giving up on that idea. She would be so much safer elsewhere. Then I could dive head first into the investigation, without having to worry about the safety of the two women I loved most in the world.

  Derek looked at me. “I thought sending the girls away from here was a good idea. I had already started working on that, looking at putting them in Witness Protection. But Sam, my plan is to send you with them.”

  “Wait a minute, Sir! I want to help with the investigation!”

  “No arguments, Sam,” Derek stated firmly. “The girls need protection, and I think it would be less obvious that they were in hiding if you also left.

  Krystal

  Maeve broke down first and agreed to go into Witness Protection. I couldn’t fight both her and Blue, much less Derick’s alpha insistence. We found ourselves being driven to a town we had never heard of before and had certainly never been to. We were going to a town near Chattanooga, TN, named of all things, Cleveland.

  I hadn't been allowed to go to my mom’s funeral. No matter how I cried and begged, Blue was sternly adamant about me not going. Derrick and Maeve agreed with him so I ended up not being able to see my mother put into the ground. Since we’d just mended our relationship, it hurt more than I could say.

  During the time of the funeral we stayed home. Blue sat with me curled in his lap as tears trickled down my face. She had not been the best mother, letting my needs go in exchange for having enough money for alcohol and parties, but she had been striving to do better and was even excited about spending time with me and her coming grandchild.

  Her new boyfriend had seemed to be a cut above her past boyfriends and one-night stands. I had let him take over the lease on our trailer, because he had begun to fix it a bit at a time, with Blue’s help. He was also going to shoot a video of my mom’s funeral for me, which I appreciated so much.

  I was grateful that neighbors from the trailer park had come and some of the people she knew from work had been there as well. I had been afraid no one would turn up, but there was a small but noticeable crowd. Some of the police from Blue’s class and some agents from the ATF had come to show support for Blue and me. I had sent two big flower arrangements, and Blue, Maeve and Derick had as well. It comforted me that her death was not going unnoticed.

  The FBI had created fake identities for us and gotten us jobs. Maeve would be working as an office manager in a doctor’s office, and they had found Blue a job as a security officer for a local factory. I would be going to the local health department for prenatal care but wouldn't be working, normal for the blue collar worker and wife, that Blue and I were portraying.

  I didn't mind not working, but I was so angry that once again our lives were on hold. Each of us had school plans that we could not complete. Maeve was working on her Master’s in nursing, Blue had one more semester for his undergraduate degree in criminal justice, and I had been ready to start college for an arts degree. How many times must we stop following our dreams because of evil men who wanted to kill us? It didn't seem fair, but life was never fair. The sooner I learned that fact, the better off I would be.

  We stopped in Knoxville and picked up a small older SUV with a U-Haul trailer of belongings and furniture gathered by the FBI hooked to the back. Maeve was given an older model dirty black Honda which she immediately loved and named Derick. The real Special Agent Derick Black would be acting as our contact while we were in
Witness Protection.

  We drove into Cleveland and pulled up to our new house. It was an adorable three bedroom cottage in the craftsman style, with a wide front porch for sitting. It needed some work, therefore didn't look out of place for a lower middle class husband and wife, with his sister. The house was close to downtown in a newly announced historical neighborhood just like our house in Louisville. Derick had done a great job finding a place that would keep us from getting homesick.

  After Maeve and Blue carried in the kitchen boxes, I started washing shelves and unpacking while Maeve and Blue carried in the rest of the boxes and the furniture. We didn't have much, just a couch and chair for the living room and a bed and dresser for Maeve’s room and our room. We didn’t even have a kitchen table.

  Once the beds were set up I put clean sheets and blankets on them and found pillows in a box marked “Kitchen” of all things. I giggled, thinking someone had a sense of humor in the FBI.

  Blue, who was now ‘Jason Blue’, came into the bedroom and nodded approvingly. “Let's go, ‘Naomi Blue’,” he grinned, using my new name. ‘Jennifer’ and I cleared the trailer. We want to take the trailer back and get some dinner. . . maybe find where we are going to work and get acquainted with the town some.”

  I smiled at my beautiful Blue and stepped next to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. He was my beloved and my protector. “Love you Jason Blue,” I murmured.

  “Hmmmm,” he softly moaned as his strong hands curved around my back sliding under my t-shirt. “Or we could just stay here and order a pizza,’ he whispered into my ear.

  He picked me up and, as I replaced my arms around his waist with my legs, he bent his head down and quickly pressed his lips against mine. His tongue urged my mouth open and swept along the insides of my mouth, and then dueled with my own. I forgot everything that was happening, and just felt what my beautiful Blue was offering. My panties were wet with my excitement, and I rubbed my core up against Blue’s hardened cock.