Rebecca Joyce by The Sheriff's Jailbirds

that you stay out of trouble.”
    Matthew smiled when the short blonde ball of fury jumped to her feet, spouting expletives of the worst kind. Her foul mouth was something Braxton was going to have to work on.
    “That’s fucking blackmail! Fuck you, asshole. I am not working for some old, crusty limp dick who can’t find some bastard who is stealing from him and this goddamn town. Fuck that! You can kiss my lily-white ass. Call my fucking probation officer. I don’t give a damn. Send my ass back to jail,” she shouted, spewing filth.
    Matthew slowly stood, leaning his fists on his desk. With his calm, authoritative voice, he spoke clearly, “Sit down, Charlotte. A lady does not curse, nor does she threaten a Master in her presence.”
     
    * * * *
     
    What the fuck! They are fucking everywhere. What is it with this goddamned town?
    Charlotte shut her mouth and did as she was told. Seething, she sat looking at the now-dominant attorney before her. Gone were the kind eyes and happy attitude. He was now strong and very pissed. There was something in his demeanor that told her not to fuck with this guy. He looked worse than Braxton, and he even scared her when he got his Dom face on.
    “That’s better,” he began, sitting back down. “I will not allow you to be disrespectful in this office. This is a place of business, and you will act accordingly. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Glad to hear it. Now, would you like to work for me?” he asked.
    Charlotte was trapped and she knew it. She was damned if she did and fucked royally if she refused. Sulking, she nodded her head. She knew she should have told him that she couldn’t do what he was asking, but what harm could it do to surf the Internet looking for this man. If she found something, great, job done. Her only concern now was what happened if she didn’t find him?
    “Good. I have an office already set up for you. Of course, you can bring your own equipment in. I figured someone with your talents would prefer to use their own stuff, but if you would rather I provide the computers for you, I can do that.”
    “It’s all right. I’ll use your computer. I don’t have access to mine yet.”
    “Good. I’ll get Colleen to order you a new computer and have someone install it right away. Now, Braxton and Jordan should be heading back from Celestial soon. Till then you are more than welcome to use my office. The files you will need are here on my desk. If you need anything, just ask Colleen at the front desk. She can get you whatever you need.”
    Charlotte watched him get up and leave.
    Alone in his office, she slumped in the chair and felt like crying, only to look up when a sound startled her.
    Looking up, she stared into a face that mirrored her own.
     
    * * * *
     
    With the last box loaded, Jordan walked around the apartment with clipboard in hand, checking off everything and making sure nothing was left behind. Thanks to Braxton, who rented the large trailer and who brought some extra muscle, this move was relatively easy. The only hard part was when they entered Charlotte’s room. Jordan knew touching her babies was a death sentence, so he asked Braxton to do it.
    Of course the Dominant just smiled, already knowing he was being set up, but Jordan refused to have Charlotte bust his balls for touching her computers. So while Braxton worked on her room, he and the McDaniel brothers, Orin, Davis, and Jacks, packed and cleared the apartment in record time.
    So much had changed in the week they had spent living with the sheriff. For the first time in a long time, Jordan was happy where he was at emotionally. Braxton was slow going at first but eventually had no problem showing his attention. His favorite time was when the evening news was on. Braxton would sit next to him, and together they would watch the news holding hands. The little kisses and soft looks were a nice touch, too, but the sleeping arrangements were a bitch.
    Neither of them had a big