Dirty Deeds (Part 2 of 'No Good Deed'

Ambushed. *trigger warning*

*trigger warning, please if you are sensitive avoid the very bottom chapters.*

Last night was phenomenal. My babies slept soundly, only getting up once to nurse. I caved and let Holden sleep with Daddy H and I. It felt so good to hold them both. Even better be writhing between the two as they surprised me in the middle of the night for a little romp, despite me having denied them earlier in the day. I'm a very lucky woman to have two skilled and immaculate looking men to call my own. I'd have been flexing with just one of them. Even though Daddy is the real MVP here. Had I met him first I might've just ignored Holden and his cocky ass. Though a great ass it is. I slept so well after that. I practically hibernated, until the twins whined for their night time feedings. I crawled between the handsome devils after nursing and went back to sleep.

A light through the blinds woke me. Suns beautiful rays casting color into the room. I unwrapped legs and arms from my body and made my way over to the crib. Stretching and yawning boys greeted me as I changed their diapers and clothes. I ruffled their hair and handed them a couple rattles to play with while I brushed my teeth and hair and dressed. I threw on a big flannel button up and socks. No need in dressing up today. Holden had snuck and quit my job for me sometime yesterday evening. He let it slip last night when he boasted that nobody outside of them would see me now. I wanted to scream at him, but I've made ample money in my time there. If I play my cards right I shouldn't have to worry for a very long time. I head downstairs with my boys after feeding them and I put them in their playpen by the table while I fix breakfast. My men are soon in the kitchen and I feel their arms snake around me and grope we while I cook. I threaten them a few times with a spatula and hot grease, but I think they like the challenge. We soon eat and chat about the boys, politics, my job and so fourth.

We later pile into the livingroom floor on the soft carpet and watch tv together, babies between us scooting everywhere and tucking up as against us. I hear Holden's surprise several times as Holt finds his shirt tail with his fingers and yanks it back and fourth, his eyes alight with mischief just like Daddy H. Ace stops scooting to eat his hands like he is starving. I snort at my chunky boy as he gnaws his fist, head poked up like a turtle, diapered butt in the air. I have two ridiculously cute babies. I can't believe we made anything that adorable! I gush over them the rest the morning, as we all snuggle and enjoy the tranquil morning. I hear the mail run and I bounce up ready to go. I had ordered the twins some cute new outfits and I've been impatiently waiting to recieve them.

"Have you all got the boys? The mail just ran and I think their package is here!" Holden laughs at me.

"We got them mama. Go get our dudes their new clothes." He says in gibberish as he pokes Ace's puffy cheeks and squishes his face up to change his expressions. I grin and pull on my sneakers as I step out into the warm air and cross the drive to the mailbox opposite side of the road. Despite the beautiful day, birds are not chirping and singing in the trees as they typically do of the mornings here. I stop at the mailbox, listening. I return my focus to finding the package which has tumbled a few feet over the bank. Mindful of the brush and with careful footing I retrieve the box and make my way back up. The brush comes alive and I squeal, cut short by my covered mouth. On my back in the dewy grass I fight my way upright against my attacker who cups his hand over my mouth, center raised to avoid my biting. I try to slam heads with him, or throw off his center of balance but the man is so heavy. With his element of surprise he has grounded me, and against a much larger opponent I am hopeless grounded. I brought nothing out with me but the huge button up flannel on my back and my sneakers. I kick and paw at him aiming for any soft spots and pinching, but he doesn't flinch. His face is obscured from view by a cliche black ski mask and I growl in struggle as I fight to reach his face. My breath is hot and smothersome beneath his dirty hand. I pull my legs up and hook my feet under his armpits, which takes several tries because he is so big to work around. I force back under his arms to shove him back. He goes sideways and overcorrects himself, slamming hard into my inner thigh in the process. The force jams my hip into a weird angle and I cry into his hand feeling tissue rip and my limb contort unnaturally. I kick him instinctively with my good leg, making the most of this moment. I flip over and fist the grass to try to pull myself over the small hill and to the road so I can be seen or heard.