Brie’s City of Angels (Submissive in Love, #6)
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Authors: Red Phoenix
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Submissive in Love
By
Red Phoenix
Brie’s City of Angels
Copyright © 2015 by Red Phoenix
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Pieces
B
rie arrived at The Sanctuary with Sir just as the sun was setting. It had been a long flight from Russia, full of delays and unexpected layovers. Both were exhausted, but Brie felt her nerves hit when they drove up to the rusty gate. What would Mary be like, and could Brie handle her given her current mental state?
The intercom crackled to life, and the rickety gate opened, as soon as Sir stated his name. “Park your car and make your way to Master Gannon in his office, Sir Davis. He’s expecting you.”
“What about Miss Wilson?”
“She’s with him now.”
Sir drove directly to the main building, where they found Rajah waiting for them. “Please follow me,” he instructed, glancing at Brie briefly with a look of concern. She picked up her pace, troubled by his unease.
Master Gannon greeted them at the door and ushered the two into his office. Mary was looking out of the window, sitting on a chair, curled up in a protective ball.
As soon as Brie saw her, she called out, “It’s okay, Mary, we’re here.”
She slowly turned to Brie, a look of desolation in her expression. Brie raced to her, and was surprised when Mary offered no resistance to the hug Brie gave her.
“What happened?” Sir asked Master Gannon as he sat down next to the girls.
He took his time to answer. “We have endured several incidents with Miss Wilson that lead us to conclude professional counseling is necessary.”
Mary buried her head in Brie’s chest.
“What did the incidents involve?” Sir asked him.
“On several occasions she hassled and threatened one of our newest members, at one point even getting violent with him.”
Sir turned to Mary. “Is this true?”
With her head still buried in Brie’s chest, Mary nodded.
“Why, Miss Wilson?”
Mary did not answer Sir’s direct question, choosing to remain silent.
Sir addressed Master Gannon again. “I’m sorry to hear that one of our graduates has behaved in such a manner, but I wonder if she was provoked.”
“The member in question was apprised of Miss Wilson’s history and immediately stopped all private contact with her. We wanted her to succeed, Sir Davis. I even took her under my wing when Faelan left, but Miss Wilson has become unruly, and the entire commune has suffered her irrational rants. It wasn’t until she became physically violent that I made the decision to dismiss her.”
Sir nodded.
“Looking back, it is easy to second-guess myself, but at the time both Faelan and Miss Wilson assured me that having Razor join our community would not be an issue. Unfortunately, this problem is much bigger than we can address here at the commune. I’m sure you agree that she needs professional help. I cannot compromise the wellbeing of the community.”
Mary groaned into Brie’s chest.
“We will see that she gets the help she needs,” Sir assured him.
“Mary,” Master Gannon called to her in an authoritative voice.
She pulled away from Brie to face him, answering meekly, “Yes, Master Gannon.”
“Although you are being sent away, you are important to the community. You will be welcomed back should you want to return, but only after your counselor deems you fit and you have a partner who can join you.”
Mary sucked in the sob that looked ready to burst forth, and nodded to him.
“All of her belongings have been set beside your vehicle. I think it’s best that you leave now. The sooner Miss Wilson starts on the road to recovery, the sooner she can move forward with her life.”
“Agreed.” Sir stood and took his hand. “Thank you for your care in this matter, Gannon.”
Mary was slow to stand, but quietly followed Sir out. While he put her luggage in the trunk, Brie was visited by Shadow, who rubbed himself against her leg.
She bent down to pet him, whispering, “It’s good to see you again, my friend.”
The cat made a single low, rumbling meow before sauntering back to its master, who stood watching them from the porch. “I was told that Shadow had an affinity for you, Miss Bennett.”
Brie smiled up at Master Gannon. “He was a great comfort to me while I was here.”
He stooped down and picked up the large black cat, cradling it in his arms. “I’m convinced he is an old soul with exceptional intelligence.”
“I don’t doubt it. I got the feeling he could even read my mind.”
Master Gannon chuckled. “I feel that way myself at times. The fact that he comes to you when he is skittish around everyone but me, I find utterly fascinating.” He scratched the cat’s chin. It looked up at him, closing its eyes in blissful pleasure. The strong bond between the two was easy to see. “There are times when I wish he could speak, but I suspect it would lessen our connection.”
“I can appreciate that,” she agreed.
When Sir slammed the trunk shut, Brie headed towards the passenger-side door, but Mary stopped her. “Sit in back with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
Sir nodded his approval.
After saying their goodbyes to Master Gannon, the two women piled into the back seat. “Make sure you’re both buckled in,” Sir ordered as he slid into the front seat and started the engine.
Mary dutifully snapped on the belt but slipped the shoulder strap behind her so she could curl up and lay her head on Brie’s lap. It reminded Brie of the night at the Center when Mary had suffered a trigger while scening with Tono, which had left her weak and vulnerable.
Brie stroked her long blonde hair, knowing what a comfort it was when Sir did it to her. The drive to the airport was uneventful and quiet, almost peaceful.
Sir informed Mary, “You will be staying at Captain’s home. Dr. Reinstrum has agreed to begin counseling again, since he’s familiar with your situation and feels he can help you.”
Mary only grunted in response.
“If you have any objections, you can stay wherever you wish.”
Mary said nothing. Brie stopped petting her head and was surprised when Mary quietly pleaded, “Don’t stop.”
Brie looked at Sir in the rearview mirror, worried about the girl. This wasn’t the Mary she knew. It was as if the life had been sucked out of her.
It wasn’t until the airplane was in its final decent into LA that Mary began acting more like her old self and shared some of what had happened with Brie.
“After you left, I kind of lost it, I guess. God, I needed Razor to take the pain away, but the asshole refused. He avoided me like I wasn’t worth his time anymore.”
“But you know that’s not true.”
Mary rolled her eyes, growling. “All I know is how it made me feel…still makes me feel.”
“They were only trying to protect you from yourself.”
Mary snarled, “The fact that Faelan could just abandon me like that. What the fuck?”
“Don’t even go there, Mary,” Brie warned. “You disobeyed a direct order and were disrespectful when he called you on it. I’ll never forget the look on his face.”
“Don’t,” Mary snapped, tears forming in her eyes.
Brie took solace that she was showing some emotion at last. “You’re lucky.”
“I’d like to know how,” she growled.
“You’ve got the entire Training Center behind you.”
Mary pressed her forehead against the airplane window. “You don’t understand, Brie. Sometimes a person can be so fucked up there’s no coming back…”
“The trainers believe in you. Captain does too. You
will
get through this.”
“Captain…” Mary mumbled.
“You’re not alone.”
“And what about Faelan?”
Brie hated to be the one to break it to her. “Mary, you have to face the fact that his journey is no longer part of yours.”
She turned to Brie, her stoic expression crumbling as she started to sob. Brie wrapped her arm around her and murmured softly, “Shh…shh…”
The people around them started to get visibly uncomfortable as her sobs became louder.
“Miss Wilson,” Sir said quietly from the seat behind them. “Although there is a time and a place for tears, now is not one of them.”
Mary nodded, taking a deep breath before accepting the tissues he handed her. Brie looked back at Sir, at a loss for how to comfort her friend. It was a helpless feeling.
Sir wasted no time getting Mary into the hands of Captain, driving straight to his home from the airport. Candy greeted them at the door with a welcoming smile. “Please come in, Sir! It’s wonderful to see all of you again.”
She took Mary’s hands and squeezed them. “You especially.”
Candy guided them into the sitting room, where Captain was waiting. Brie was shocked to see a collar in his hand.
“Before I allow you into my home, Miss Wilson, I insist you wear a protection collar. By accepting it, you are agreeing to follow my house rules, and I am agreeing to care for and protect you. I will only warn you once if you break any of my commands. A second infraction will garner swift punishment, and a third will be cause for dismissal. I do not tolerate disrespect in my home.”
Mary stared at him in disbelief as she stared at the collar, but regained enough composure to ask, “What are the house rules?”