The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

Monday morning, Amy and I returned the boys to the base after a fun weekend. Kai and Amy loved the yacht, and Manuel and Ricardo didn’t want to wake up from their dream. They’d spent the weekend relaxing on a multi-million dollar yacht with two hot girls they were falling in love with. I prayed to Luna that they were mates; the girls deserved men like them.

We’d had a few problems with paparazzi and pushy males during our morning run. One man had even tried to tackle me, ending up on eating sand as Makani swept his legs out from behind. Hammer was becoming more and more concerned with our security; when we returned inside the marina fence, he laid it out. “We’re going to have to stop with the beach runs unless we get a lot more security,” he said.

“Are you worried about me getting hurt,” I asked.

“It’s more than the danger of kidnappers and obsessed fans. I’m worried we’ll hurt someone, and they’ll get it on tape. You’re a celebrity, and not all the threats you’ll face are physical. Did you know that almost all lottery winners get sued multiple times?” I did not. “Lottery winners have been sued, and lost, over twenty-year-old ‘verbal contracts’ because they once said they’d split the winnings. A winner got sued by her Pastor because after donating one and a half million dollars to the church, it was the ten percent the Pastor said she promised. Extended family members come out of the woodwork, as do scam artists. It is common to be sued frivolously, with the plaintiffs hoping you’ll pay them money just to go away. That’s where you are now, Vicki. You’re eighteen-years-old and have a net worth over ten million dollars. Every bum and scammer out there wants a piece of you.”

“That’s why I have an accountant, a financial planner, a publicist, and you all,” I said as we walked down the docks.

“That helps, but lottery winners are more likely than the average person to go bankrupt in the next three to five years. They spend money frivolously, invest in shady deals, give money to relatives and friends, and get sued repeatedly. You’ve got a good head on you, but you need to think long term and understand that your life will never be the same. You can’t hang out at the Mall, or go to the movies, or even run on the beach anymore, Vicki.”

The attention sucked. I didn’t want to give up the money or the fame, but I loved our beach runs. “What about the base? Could we run there?” From the Marina, the base entrance was only a few blocks away.

“It’s a possibility, and safer than a public beach. I can get on with my retired identification, Amy has her Dependent ID, and you have your ID card as Amy’s attendant. The twins are Kai’s sisters, but we’d have to register them as visitors every day. That would be a problem.”

It could work; we could even get the service dog harness and bring one of the twins as her dog. “What else could we do?”

“You’ve got a small exercise room on the boat, and there is room for a treadmill and a stair climber up by the flying bridge. Working out on your property is better than being out in public.”

It would only be for another eight days, anyway. Our dock space rental at the marina would be up, and we’d be moving to the Driscoll Bay Marina, just over the border from Master Caroline’s territory. We had to be up there before the twins came of age. The marina was near Sea World, which reminded me that I wanted to do a show with their marine mammal rescue group. “I’ll look at getting some exercise machines later today,” I said.

We got back on board, following the smell of pancakes and sausage to the kitchen. “Shower and change, we eat in fifteen minutes,” Susan said as we walked by.

“You can use the shower in my room, Hammer,” Amy said as she followed me down to my room. She grabbed her clothes, coming into the master stateroom and closing the door. “Every time I see this room I get jealous of you,” she said.

“You’ll get used to it when you’re sharing it with the twins and me,” I said. Things were going to be cozy when we brought a film crew on board. I was kicking around ideas for how to rearrange things, but I wanted to talk to Captain Thomas first. I got through the shower first, with her right behind me. We both made it back upstairs and sat down to a big breakfast.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Susan looked at me as she sat down. “Your accountant called while you were out, Vicki. He found a 2028 Lincoln Navigator armored SUV for sale up in Los Angeles that meets your requirements. It passed mechanical inspection, so he bought it and will have it delivered between ten and noon today.”

“Armored SUV?” Hammer’s eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. You aren’t the only one worried about our security, and I needed to buy a car. My Uncle insisted I get a vehicle that could survive an ambush with AK-47’s. I asked Stan to see if he could find one for under sixty thousand, and he did.”

“A Navigator is a tank,” he said. “Good.”

“Big enough for all of us to travel in, plus a security detail,” I replied. “I could have gone with something smaller, but more space is good.” I looked over at where Hammer was touching Susan’s thigh as he leaned in to whisper something, unaware that we could easily hear him.

“Mom, if Hammer takes us to the dojo, can you pick us up,” Amy asked. She agreed, and Hammer felt better that we weren’t driving alone. We finished breakfast and left the two lovebirds to talk.

I had no idea what a hornet’s nest I’d created with a simple job opportunity letter until I checked my computer while Amy and I waited to leave. I’d gotten plenty of responses, both from women interested in the jobs and from Alphas that thought the whole thing was a terrible idea. The objections fell into three categories, each of which I would have to deal with formally now that the Council involved itself.