Captured nanny, p.1
Captured Nanny, page 1
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Copyright© 2022 Sam Crescent
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CAPTURED NANNY
The Nannies, 9
Sam Crescent
Copyright © 2022
Chapter One
“Give me back my fucking daughter!”
The chair hit the glass for what had to be the hundredth time, and like all the other times before, it dropped to the floor without success. The woman on the other side didn’t give up.
Wolf Jackson wasn’t impressed. The woman screaming for her kid wasn’t the problem. No, the issue he had was with the men who’d accidentally captured this woman and her five-year-old child.
Never in all his years had he known of such a fuckup.
“She won’t stop,” Mitchell said. “She has punched and bitten anyone who has gotten near her. Ralf had to go to the doctor.”
“And you don’t understand why?” Wolf growled as he spun toward the man who’d been his right hand for the past five years. “That right there is a mother. Look at the way she is dressed. She is not some fucking bitch off the street with no life and no one looking for her. This is a woman with an identity, with a life.” He shook his head and glanced back at the mirror. She couldn’t see two men watching her, but he could see her, and what a woman he was looking at.
He’d been around desperation for so long, he had forgotten what a woman with everything to lose could fight for.
The women who were normally purchased and sold were addicts. Women who came from the streets offering their bodies for payment for their next hit. They were never missed. Often, their loss was seen as a blessing because the cops wouldn’t see them on the streets, shot up with whatever shit they were craving.
Running a hand across his face, he left the room and walked several feet to his office where the little girl sat on the floor. She was on her knees, her coat still wrapped around her, tights covering her small legs. This child wasn’t homeless or uncared for. She was loved, taken care of, and pampered. Even her hair was pulled back into one of those French plaits he had no idea how they were done.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he said.
The girl looked up. “Where’s my mommy?”
“She’s doing fine. Just a few more questions to deal with,” he said, approaching the table and crouching down.
He wasn’t a good man. Most saw him as a monster, evil. He’d killed men and women with his bare hands without batting an eye. Death didn’t bother him. He’d driven through the city streets plenty of times with blood coating his clothing and hands, and he didn’t care one bit.
What many didn’t know was he had rules. The people he killed were not good. They were evil, and so there was no reason to feel guilt.
He’d never killed an innocent or a child.
That woman back in the room was innocent. This child, she didn’t deserve death.
“So, do you want to tell me your name?” he asked.
“I’m not allowed to talk to strangers.”
“Wolf Jackson,” he said, holding out his hand. “Now I’m not a stranger.”
The girl frowned at his hand and put the crayon she’d been using down. “But … those men. I watched them hit girls, they were bad men.”
He ground his teeth together. This girl had already seen too much, and so had her mother.
“That’s why I had to rescue you. Nothing will ever happen to your mother or you. You’re safe.”
The girl tilted her head to the side and then held up her little finger. “Do you pinky swear?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Of course.” He put his pinky to hers, and the little girl smiled.
“If you pinky swear, it means you have to keep your promise.” She nodded. “Mommy always said a pinky swear was sacred. No one could break them, and you could trust in a pinky. I’m Evelyn.”
“Evelyn, nice name. What about your mommy?”
“Rain without the e. She is always telling people it’s without the e.” Evelyn smiled at him.
“Last name?” he asked.
“Thomas.” Evelyn picked up her pencil and started to color again. “Rain and Evelyn Thomas, two strong women about to make a life for themselves. It is what Daddy would have wanted.”
He frowned but figured Rain had said it enough times for Evelyn to copy it.
“You carry on coloring, and I’ll be back in a little while.” He left his office, flicking the catch on the lock. “I want every single little detail on a Rain Thomas right now,” he said to Mitchell.
The man ran off, looking like death was chasing at his heels, which it would be if Wolf wasn’t satisfied.
Having to handle this fuckup was an embarrassment. He walked back toward the room and saw Rain hadn’t given up. This time, she was kicking at the door. Her face was red, and perspiration dotted her brow. The only reason he’d caught sight of her was all the fuss she’d been making.
The men who’d taken her and brought her to the docks. When they unloaded the women, they had seen their mistake and tried to take her child away. The moment they did that, a monster had been truly unleashed.
She had attacked.
So much fire. So much passion.
He couldn’t just wait any longer, he needed to put a stop to this … nonsense.
Going to the door, he flicked the lock and opened it just as Rain was about to charge at it. This time, she ran straight into his arms. He caught her, wrapping his arms around her waist, thinking he’d have a few seconds of surprise, but Rain shocked him again. The moment she was touched, she started to attack, flinging her arms at him, trying to use her legs, anything that would get her free.
“Let me fucking go, you piece of shit. I want my baby. I am going to kill you.” She yelled each word.
Wolf had no choice but to grab her hands and haul her up against the wall. She was strong, but no match for him. There was no way she’d ever be able to overpower him. Still, she wriggled, and he couldn’t believe how much he liked having her so close to his body.
Rain was all soft curves, and the feel of her full tits was enough to distract him for the merest hint of a second, but then he was back in focus, keeping control of her.
“Let me go!” She yelled the words in his face, but he didn’t care.
He loved this fire. She was full of passion.
A mother fighting to get to her child. It was rather refreshing. He’d been made aware of women begging for money for their kids. Rarely did he see them fighting to protect. This was … interesting.
The men who’d taken her had truly fucked up big time.
“You need to be quiet,” he said.
“Not happening. You think I don’t know what is happening here? Give me back my daughter, you disgusting piece of trash. Fucking perve.”
She fought against him, tugging at her wrists, but she wasn’t going to get free.
“You leave me no choice.” Wolf let her go, spun her around, and placed his hand over her mouth. “It’s not nice to say bad things about strangers.” He covered her nose, and she kept on hitting him. Even as the fight clearly left her, she kept on fighting him.
He was getting nowhere with her in this building, and to be honest, he wanted to go and wipe the blood from his feet and clothing.
The moment Rain slumped in his arms, he picked her up, not caring about the dead weight of the woman.
Mitchell came scurrying back as he left the room. “Sir?” he asked.
Wolf ignored him, going toward the other room where Evelyn waited. He opened the door, whistled, and the little girl looked up with a gasp. “Mommy!”
“Mommy got a little tired, pumpkin. I’m going to be taking you over to my place. Do you want to come? I’ve got a big bedroom with your name waiting for you.”
She nodded, and being a young girl, she used her whole body to nod.
“Sir, do you think that is wise?”
“Grab your coloring book,” he said before turning toward Mitchell. “Do not even think to ask me that. I’m cleaning up this mess. Do as you’re told. I want the answers, and I want them now.”
Mitchell nodded as Evelyn came toward him. She surprised him by sliding her hand in the pocket of his trousers, holding on to him. He’d never experienced this.
Rain was growing even heavier in his arms, and he couldn’t guarantee she wouldn’t wake up and cause a scene.
So far, the woman had been one giant surprise after another.
Walking out of the building, he ignored the curious looks of some of his men. They knew to do their job of keeping an eye out, and nothing had changed.
He placed Rain in the back of his car and then looked at Evelyn. Without a word, she climbed in after her mother, but kept on talking about whatever it was she was saying as they walked down to the car.
The kid didn’t shut up, and oddly enough, he didn’t mind the constant chatter.
Something was seriously wrong with him .
****
Rain jerked up in bed with a gasp. She placed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart race, knowing instantly something bad was happening. Just like the same morning she knew he was … gone.
She shook her head, refusing to go to that melancholy moment. Pushing her hair out of her face, she glanced around, knowing she was in a bedroom she wasn’t familiar with. The room was large, the walls decorated in a cream color, and there was so much space. The bed itself was huge, and she quickly flung the blankets off her body, becoming aware she’d miraculously changed.
Gone were her jeans and shirt, and instead, she was dressed in a pair of very nice-feeling pajama pants and a shirt. She tugged at the hem, trying to figure out what the hell had gone wrong.
Everything came back to her in a sudden flash. Without a single care for her own safety, she charged for the door.
Of course, it was locked.
Gritting her teeth, she growled as she tried the handle. Lifting her palm, intent on slamming it against the wood, she quickly jerked back as someone entered.
She stood perfectly still as the man from her nightmares was suddenly in front of her, carrying a food tray, and she hated that he looked way too sexy for his own good.
This man was a monster, but with his crisp white shirt, the sleeves rolled up to display the ink that decorated his arms, it wasn’t fair. Nor were the trousers that looked like they had been made on him, they fit that perfectly.
She knew style, and she knew wealth. This man dripped with it, including the watch on his wrist. All of it branded and designer.
Her stomach chose that moment to growl, which was also totally unfair. She shouldn’t be hungry at a time like this.
“You’re awake.”
“Where’s my daughter?” she asked.
He tutted. “You care for your daughter very much, don’t you, Rain?”
“I’m her mother, and how do you know my name?” she asked, not liking this one bit.
He chuckled. “I know a great deal about you, but come now. I think it’s time that you ate something.”
“Have you sold her?” Rain asked. Her hands clenched into fists, ready to pound on this man if any harm was to come to her child.
She missed Evelyn. This was the longest she had ever gone without seeing her baby. She wanted to wrap her arms around her, hold her close, press her face against her neck, breathe in her scent, and for the world to be okay once again.
Right now, her world didn’t seem okay.
She was all alone in a strange man’s house, and there was nothing about this that was okay.
Wrapping her arms around her body, she rubbed her hands up and down herself, trying to warm up from the sudden chill she experienced. This wasn’t good.
Tears filled her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She had often been called stubborn, and she was probably proving it right now. This man wouldn’t see her cry.
“I am many things, but selling children is not something I do.” He wrinkled his nose.
“But women are okay.”
He pulled out his cell phone, and Rain wondered if there would be any way to overpower him to get that phone. It would be so easy to get a message out. Would the police even come for her?
On so many cop shows, it was the cops that turned out to be the bad guys. Everyone always wanted money.
Her head was starting to pound from information overload. Being snatched, nearly beaten, and then imprisoned, it was all getting to be a little too much.
She took a deep breath, dropping her hand to her chest, trying to calm her breathing.
“Don’t even think about it,” he said.
“I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“From what I’ve learned of you, Rain, you will try anything to get to your daughter.”
“How do you know my name?” If she couldn’t get the phone, then she wanted answers, and she wanted them now.
He chuckled and turned his phone around, and Rain saw Evelyn. Her baby girl was sitting at a small table, some dolls and teddy bears around her with a tea set.
“She’s currently enjoying tea with some old pals. They have been wanting to go to tea for some time.”
“I want to see her,” Rain said.
He tutted. “You have seen her, and for now, that will do.” He sat down in a chair, and she hadn’t noticed the small table near the large open windows. She could have tried to escape, but there was no way in hell she’d leave without her baby girl. Evelyn was all that she had left.
She folded her arms across her chest and glared at him. “What do you want?”
“Is that any way to treat your savior?”
“You didn’t save me.”
“You’re currently not put up for auction, so I’d say that is a huge win for you. Nor do I have you on your back servicing any male who will pay a price. You’ve already had a child, so your price wouldn’t exactly be high.”
“You’re a pig.”
“And I have killed people for less,” he said.
“Yet, I’m still alive.” She didn’t know if she had brains right now or was just plain stupid.
“You know, it’s refreshing to have someone speak their mind to me, without any fears.”
The truth was, she was shaking to her core, but she wouldn’t show it. There was way too much at stake. She wanted her child. “What do you want?” she asked.
“For you to sit.” He pointed at the chair.
She stared at it, a little … unnerved.
Take the damn chair. The sooner you comply, the sooner you can get Evelyn and get out.
Rain walked to the chair and slowly sat down, resting her hands on her knees and taking a deep breath to try to calm herself.
You can do this.
She truly didn’t think she could get through this.
“Evelyn told me your name, and I did tell you this during our last meeting.”
“You mean when you tried to kill me by cutting off my air?” She remembered his hand over her mouth, cutting off her ability to breathe.
“Trust me, if I wanted to kill you, Rain without an e, I would have done so. I didn’t want you dead, but I also didn’t want to mar that pretty face with a bruise by knocking you out. Trust me, you got the better end of the deal.”
She gritted her teeth. There was no way in hell she would consider anything this man had to offer a good thing. He made her sick.
He turned toward her, and she watched as he poured them both a coffee. His hand didn’t even shake under the weight of the coffee mug. He was in constant control.
Her mouth was so dry, and the scent of the coffee made her mouth water.
“Sugar?”
She shook her head.
“Cream?”
“No, thank you.” The manners her parents taught her came back full force.
“Milk?”
“Just a splash.”
She didn’t want to make this pleasant at all, but arguing over coffee was pointless.
He placed the coffee in front of her, and she lifted it to take a sip. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, enjoying the sudden hit of caffeine but also the exquisite taste. It was so good. She licked her lips, wanting more. She didn’t ask for anything else though.
Drinking her coffee, she was aware of him watching her. She wanted to growl at him but continued to drink.
“It is good. Thank you,” she said.
The silence was starting to unnerve her. After years of being surrounded by activity, the sterile sound of silence always made her nervous.
“Very good.”
“I would like to see my daughter,” she said.
“I have a business proposition for you.”
She tensed up.
“It would appear I have come into contact with a child, and I think it would be only fair that you work for me as my nanny.”
Rain put the mug on the table and glared at him. “Are you trying to offer me to be a nanny to my own child?” she asked.
He tilted his head to the side and looked at her. “It is one of the only ways you’re going to get to see your child.”
“And what is the other?” Rain knew the instant the words left her mouth that she shouldn’t have asked.
