Alofa

Welcome Home Chap 1

Mature themes finally warning: blood. Blood-blood play, oral, sloppy kissing, smut. It does not happen in the first chapter but a warning to those.

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    the faint static of a small silver hand-held radio hummed as ukulele music chimed, even with it muffled from Mauga's pocket. The man's deep voice softly hummed along to the faint melody. While his large muscular arms were busy carrying a box of goodies. Different tropical fruits and some wild boar meat. The man's tatau tattoos are covered by a crimson-red Hawaiian shirt. It has a white cockatiel for the shirt print. The man's chest has the black ink of his tattoos visible across his bronze chest. His humming came to a stop as he reached his destination, home. Mauga's large frame moved up the cement steps of the traditionally styled Samonan house. Still, he had to bend his knees momentarily to enter the home from being too tall. Before standing upright again. A hefty sigh left him. Then, a large toothy smile stretched across his lips as he sat down the box. "Sharkbait, I am back," The man playfully barked while he looked around their one-floored home.

Nothing. Did Roni stay in the pool the entire time he was gone? If she did, it wouldn't honestly surprise him. What surprised him was that she didn't answer. That was unlike his cunning siren. By now, he would have heard her devilish humming or her addictive voice that caused him, at times, to forget what he was doing. His body pulled him to check the backyard, once down the steps and looking out to the natural spring. Both of his hearts began to pound in his chest. "Fuck," Mauga hissed to himself. She wasn't there. What made his blood boil was how it appeared to be some form of struggle. Water soaked the gravel, sand, and any area directly near the small body of water. Then he found the deep, harsh claw marks in the dirt. After a quick inspection, he knew they were Roni's claw marks. Who was dumb enough to come to his home? Then they had the nerve to take his partner, his alofa? They must have wanted to die. Mauga was always looking for a way to get his hands on some form of violence. This was not the way he had never planned for it to occur. He enjoyed it more when she was with him, how she would help him make the world his playground. One of his large palms moved to a small bite scar on the right side of his hip. He began to track the claw marks like the warrior he was. The only items he brought with him were two chain guns, Gunny and Cha-Cha.  "No way,"

    Mauga stood in disbelief at how the claw marks led to a dock. Who in their right mind would take a siren their kidnapping back to the ocean? They were stupid and underestimated Roni, his precious Sharkbait. That did amuse him. A deep laugh left him at the idea of her drowning her captives in the angry sea. There was a jet ski at the dock. And without a thought, Mauga jumped onto it. He was surprised at how it held his weight, but it did. In the distance, after riding for roughly twenty minutes, he spotted a yacht. That had to be it. During his time with the Deepsea Raiders, he knew they had severely limited the number of Yacht that dared to enter their waters.