Blowing Things Up, Brian and Mina's Holiday Hits: Book 2

By Kitty Thomas

“I can’t stand the thought that I make her unsafe, that my very existence somehow puts her at risk. I need to make her safe. I need to keep her with me forever.”

Mina, my dark phoenix rising from the ashes, the goddess returning from her descent into the underworld.

I will kill anyone who dares to threaten her.

But what if I’m the one who breaks her this time? What if I become her angel of death?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kitty Thomas
• Release date: Jun 19, 2023
• ISBN: 9781938639906

Kitty Thomas

KITTY THOMAS writes dark sexy stories that play with power. She is the author of Comfort Food, published in early 2010, and considered the Original dark romance.To find out FIRST when a new book comes out, subscribe to Kitty's New Release List: KITTYTHOMAS.COM

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1

MINA

When I walk into the downstairs dungeon room Brian and I share at the Pleasure House, he’s got a ton of papers splayed out on the bed. I’m half certain he’s about to start setting up one of those walls with photos and newspaper clippings and thumbtacks and inexplicable red strings connecting things all over the place, like he’s engaged in some major investigation.

He looks up, distracted. Hey.

Hey. I take a deep breath because there are so many things I want to say, but I won’t. Another job?

He nods, still studying the piles of disconnected threads that must mean something to him. Maybe he does need to put this all up on a wall. He’s got Chopin playing in the background, and that’s never a good sign.

I don’t want you to go, I blurt out. So much for that amazing self-control.

He looks up sharply and just stares at me for a long time. I’m not even sure if he fully sees me right now.

Mina... you know I have to. He pauses like he’s going to say something else, but he stops instead and just sighs and repeats, I have to.

I want to go with you.

Absofuckinglutely not. I can’t risk you.

I know he says it in this totally dead, cold way, but from Brian, that’s practically a sonnet.

I SAVED your ass! I practically shriek.

Dumb luck. You almost got yourself killed. You never should have come for me.

So this is how it’s going to be. I’m feeling super appreciated right now.

Then teach me. Train me with the weapons. I don’t want you to go on these jobs without me anymore. You can’t make me sit at home like a military wife wringing my hands all day. You know I have this inside me, too. You know I have needs, things I have to get out of me.

He and I both know there is no going back to the sweet damaged girl I once was. Once the switch flipped it was only a matter of time before I rose from the ashes to become something dark and new.

No.

I think about arguing some more, but I storm out of the room instead. He’s not leaving for a while—probably weeks yet. He’s still in the early planning stages. I’m not sure if this is something for the house, but it smells like a personal job. It’s got that feel to it, where it takes up too much space in his brain, and it’s clearly not just business for him.

When I first came to the house he was almost never gone out on personal jobs. It’s much more frequent now, like he’s running from something and it requires more than a treadmill to soothe.

It’s odd to me that he’d go on another personal job this soon, but I know he still feels antsy after the events at Easter. I think deep down he knows killing can’t solve this, but it’s the only tool he’s got.

I’ll just have to convince him he needs me. It shouldn’t be too hard, considering I saved his ass last time.

I’m already upstairs on the main level when I realize what I really need right now is a swim. I often run on the treadmill with Brian, but the pool is my personal treadmill. Also, you don’t burn the fuck up and sweat in the pool.

I’m too pissed off to go back and change into a swimsuit. I could borrow one from Annette, we’re about the same size, but I just don’t care. I’m going naked. Everybody in this house thinks I’ve lost my mind anyway, and it’s not like public nudity is some foreign concept around here—maybe from me. But they’ll get over it. I think it’s clear I’ve shifted into something just a little bit psycho. I’m sure they think it’s Brian’s influence, but Brian is just a permission slip.

And of course when I get to the pool and strip my clothes off there are wide-eyed stares. Seriously? These women are all crawling around on the floor giving blow jobs half the day, and me stripping down to skinny dip is a thing? I take an elastic hair band from the pocket of the pants I just dropped on the ground and put my hair up.

There are audible gasps.

Oh. That. They’re looking at the word Brian carved into my back a few weeks ago. Mine. It’s healed, and it’s not deep, but the scars are dark and will be for quite some time. I try not to think too hard about years into the future when it will fade to white and barely be visible. I like it dark and visible.

Let them look.

I dive into the pool and do a few laps. The water is refreshing and helps cool some of my fury. It’s still such a relatively new emotion to me—this anger. Sometimes I think I’m more angry than Brian. But maybe he’s had more time to sit with it. He runs from his demons on the treadmill. I drown the little fuckers.

It feels now almost as if I’m made of fire, but the world I live in can’t handle it, I can’t handle it… so I need the soothing cool water to be able to exist properly in the world, to keep me down to a mild simmer. When I get out of the pool, Annette is waiting with a towel for me and a concerned expression.

Clearly she’s decided to stop being afraid of me. Maybe it’s the new shiny scars on my back. Maybe they’ve reclassified me again as a victim of Brian’s psychopathy, someone to be pitied. She can save her pity.

She wraps me up and leads me away to a more private area. She glances briefly at my bare wrist but makes no comment. I wear Brian’s collar, but I no longer wear the security bracelet the others do.

Brian announced to the house that I’m a free-range kitty now. He actually used those words. He said I’d killed for the house and so I was free to come and go as I liked. And I guess in a way it was a kill for the house, after all I brought the house enforcer back. Their criminal empire burns without Brian.

This Free-Range Kitty thing didn’t go well with… well Lindsay mostly. The other trainers didn’t care that much.

The girls in the house were pissed, but the murderous rage coming off Brian at the time stopped the complaints they surely would have otherwise made. I could tell Annette was jealous, but she didn’t make a fuss. And Anton does take her out of the house to all sorts of fancy functions: Galas and the ballet. Art auctions.

The fact that she still wears a security bracelet is the issue—like she’s been with Anton all