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Reader is drunk and she calls her friend jamie to come pick her up jamie tells his dad and brother reader calls and needs to be pick up at a bar so lee and jamie go when they gets there some guy was hitting on her and Lee saves her and jamie being a lawyer threatens him
Dutton Boys Got My Back
Sitting up at the bar I downed another beer and added it to my section of ones I had finished in the few hours I have been here. Tonight I needed a release from having a fight with my mother over the fact that I had stuck around with the Dutton family. She wanted me to leave Montana but I felt like I belonged here and nowhere else. “Can I get another Liam?”
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” The bartender asked me.
Shaking my head I snapped back. “Nah I don’t think so. Now get me another before I call my buddies.”
“Okay don’t start a fight in my bar.” He warned me walking away to get another beer.
Taking my phone out of my pocket I scoffed scrolling through my contacts until I found Jaime’s cell. We had been close up until his daddy had sent him off to become a lawyer. Now I knew if I ever got in trouble he’d bail me out. Hitting he call button I finished the remainder of my beer. “Hey Jaime…you working on any big cases?”
“Not tonight. What are you doing?” He asked me.
Slurring my words the bartender came back giving me my new drink. “Just having some drinks after fighting with my mother again this year. That women don’t understand my life…”
“How many drinks have you had?” He questioned me.
Sitting my beer bottle down I answered him back. “It don’t matter, Jaime. Just enough to know….have we ever gone out dancing together. We should do that tonight. Come and pick me up.”
“I’ll be there in a few.” He responded ending the phone call.
I wasn’t sure how long I had been sitting there but it was long enough to know I should’ve probably left hours ago. Half the time I came out to the bar with Beth. The other times it was rare if I got Lee and Jaime out and off that ranch for the night. Lee and I always have something more going on then what we are actually comfortable to admit to ourselves. I’ve had a crush on him for years and I’d be married to him if my mother would allow it. “Dutton’s mean nothing but trouble.” She’d say to me during some of our arguments.
“What’s a pretty gal like you sitting up here all alone. Drowning your emotions in alcohol is no way to go.” A random guy came up to me but he nearly collapsed on top of the bar top telling me he was more drunk then I was.
Taking a sip from my beer I sent him a smirk. “That’s none of your business, buddy.”
“It kinda is a part of my business. I wanna….spend a round with you.” He gets up close to me pushing his Boyd up against mine nearly spilling his drink in my lap.
Glancing up at him I shook my head knowing exactly what he wanted tonight. He was one of the guys that think they can sleep with any girl that by herself. Beth taught me how to deal with men like this. Getting to my feet I stared into his eyes. “I have no interest in you.”
“You don’t have to lie to me.” The drunk man said back to me, quickly grabbing me by my hips bringing me close against his chest and I couldn’t move since my back was pressed to the bar top behind me. “You want this as much as I do.”
Gripping the bottle in my hand I throw it over his head and he stumbled backwards. “You little bitch!”
He moved forward grabbing me by my shoulders shoving me against the hard wood behind me. I grunted feeling my arms get some cuts on them from how hard he pushed me. He got in my face and I bared my teeth trying to fight him when he slipped a hand underneath my shirt. I screamed hitting his chest but he slapped me across the face. He would have done it a second time if someone hadn’t yanked him back by the collar of his jacket. “Why don’t you keep your hands off of her.”
“I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” The drunk guy grumbled to the guy.
Blinking my eyes I sniffed through some tears recognizing the cowboy that had stepped in and protected me. “Lee, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”
“Why don’t you get your hands off of me, cowboy. I ain’t done anything wrong…because she enjoys being around me.” The stranger got up in the oldest Dutton’s face.
Lee glanced in my direction. “Why’d you hit him, darling?”
“Tried to get handsy after I told him I wasn’t interested.” Crossing my arms over my chest I answered his question.
“Did you hear that, brother?” Lee called over his shoulder allowing me the chance to see his brother Jaime come inside the bar. He was dressed in his suit and tie looking like he didn’t belong there. Yet either way I was happy to see my friend knowing he would fix this without anyone beer bottles to the head.
He nodded in agreement. “Sure did. I’ll take it from here. Who’s the more intoxicated one here?”
“He is. I told him I wasn’t interested and he still came on me.” Pointing my index finger at the drunk.
Jaime made a noise. “I’d suggest you leave this girl alone for the rest of the night. Unless you wish to be taken to court.”
“You can’t take me to court.” He says.
Lee and I glanced at one another with Jaime closing the gap between them almost completely. “I’d advise you choose your next words carefully. sir. My father owns the largest ranch in the state and this girl you think is here for some fun is a very close friend of ours. And I can smell alcohol and see some cuts on her arm’s meaning you could be filed for public intoxication. Like I said go home and avoid trouble.”
“So I was told you asked for a ride home. I’m here to pick ya up, darling.” Lee shrugged his shoulders at me once the drunk had stumbled off somewhere else making it just the three of us.
Grabbing my jacket I closed the gap between us leaning up on my toe’s taking him by surprise. “I appreciate it, Lee. Do me a favor and don’t think I’m doing this just because I’m a little tipsy. I….rather like you.” Leaning up on my toes I grabbed his collar drawing him down to me where I gave him a kiss rather quickly.
“What was that for?” He asked me turning a little red once we separated from each other.
Winking at him I walked through the door. “That’s a thank you for my Dutton boys coming to get me.”
“Take her to the truck and I’ll pay the tab.” Jaime told his brother at the same time that Lee scooped me up bridal style making me giggle at his actions. Wrapping my arms around his neck I laid my head on his chest.
Lee chuckled sitting his hat on top of my head carrying me outside to the truck. “If there’s more thank you’s like that one in the future I wouldn’t mind.”
“As long as your okay with my momma not liking you then we have a good chance.” I grinned at him where he helped me inside the passenger seat. He shut the door gently and kissed my forehead before I passed out waiting for Jaime to come outside so we could go home for the evening.
Lee brushed hair behind my ear he smiled lovingly. “We always come when somebody like you calls.” That was a very true statement since every time I called them they had come without a thought of hesitation because that is what family does for one another.
- only two more chapters left in this series for Alissa and Kayce Dutton 😁😥❤️
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The air in the study was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee, a fitting backdrop for the kind of history we were unearthing. Sunshine, usually a welcome sight on the Yellowstone, felt almost unwelcome today, mocking the dark revelations spilling out before us. Mountains of documents – legal briefs, financial ledgers, digital printouts – covered every surface of John’s large mahogany desk, overflowing onto the antique rugs.
My mother, Eliza, sat at the head her glasses perched on her nose, a legal pad filled with her precise script. To her right, my sister Alana, sharp and pragmatic, cross-referenced dates on her laptop. And across from me, Beth, a coiled spring of simmering rage, scowled at a spreadsheet.
“We’re looking for a needle in a haystack,” Beth grumbled, running a hand through her tangled blonde hair. “A needle Jamie shoved so far up his own ass, it’s probably poking his brain.”
“Language, Beth,” Eliza said, not looking up from a particularly dense paragraph. “And it’s not a haystack if you know what kind of needle you’re looking for.”
I leaned over a stack of what looked like minor appeals from various corporate filings, my mind racing. Kayce. My Kayce. He was out there, living a life he didn’t remember, a life without me and our children. Jamie’s actions had ripple effects that spread like poison, touching every corner of our family. Every document here, every decoded word, felt like a step closer to understanding the monster he’d become and, hopefully to bringing Kayce back to us.
“Mom, Alana, look at this,” I said, pointing to a series of unusually frequent –– environmental appeals filed by a shell company, ‘Montana Plains Development, LLC.’ “These aren’t standard. They’re too consistent, too repetitive for genuine legal strategy.”
Alana zoomed in on her screen. “She’s right. And the filing attorney… Kara Williams. Jamie’s intern, then his aide, then his… well, his everything.” Her voice dripped with a familiar disdain for Jamie’s former associate.
“Bingo,” Beth snapped, slamming her hand on the desk. “Kara. Of course. Jamie wouldn’t leave a paper trail himself. He’d use a pawn.”
Eliza finally looked up, her gaze piercing. “Kara Williams. She was desperate to make a name for herself. Jamie would have played on that. Ambition, a thirst for power… easy to manipulate.”
“So, these ‘appeals’,” Alana began, tracing a line of text with her finger, “they’re not really appeals. They’re a smokescreen. What are they hiding?”
We spent the next hour, fueled by Eliza’s surprising stash of emergency chocolate, dissecting the documents. Each rejection, each re-filing, was dated meticulously. And buried within the boilerplate legal language, like a malignant tumor, were coded instructions. Instructions for what, we couldn’t yet tell, but the pattern was undeniable. It was a language only Jamie and Kara would understand, a twisted dance of legal jargon that spelled out something far more sinister than land disputes.
“He used a legal pipeline,” Alana murmured, a chill entering her voice. “Hiding in plain sight. These deadlines, these specific courtrooms… they’re coordinates.”
“Coordinates for what?” I whispered, a knot tightening in my stomach. The thought of Jamie, carefully crafting this web of deceit, made my skin crawl.
Beth, who had been quietly scrolling through financial records linked to Montana Plains Development, suddenly froze. Her eyes, usually so sharp, widened fractionally. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” She turned her laptop to face us. On the screen was a calendar, cross-referenced with bank transfers and communication logs. One date, in particular, was circled in red. July 14th.
“That’s… that’s when the explosion happened,” I breathed, the air instantly knocked from my lungs. The day I gave birth to Lee-Marlowe. The day Kayce lost his memory. The day our world shattered.
“Look at this,” Beth’s voice was low, dangerous. “The transfers. The communication spikes with a specific burner phone number. All leading up to that date. Not just that, but the specific time of the explosion. A window of about two hours.”
My mother reached for my hand, her grip firm. “Alissa, was that - Exactly where were you?”
“I… I was at the hospital. Giving birth to Lee-Marlowe,” I recounted, my voice wavering as the memory flooded back. “Kayce was right there with me until the alarms started going off throughout the whole hospital”
Alana added on. “Jamie knew. He knew you’d be vulnerable. He knew Kayce would be by your side.”
“He aimed for us. He aimed for Kayce, for me, while I was literally bringing life into the world.” My voice was barely a whisper, then it grew, fueled by a searing rage. “That animal! He wanted to make sure Kayce was distracted, away from the ranch, away from John. To leave John exposed. He used my labor… my delivery… as cover.”
Beth’s eyes were like chips of ice. “He just wanted to burn it all down.”
Just then, the study door opened, and John Dutton walked in, his face etched with weariness. He took in the scene – the scattered papers, our grim faces, my pale complexion. “What have you found?” he asked, his voice heavy.
Eliza, ever the calm in our storm, summarized our discoveries. “John, we believe Jamie orchestrated the attacks on July 14th. He used Kara Williams to funnel instructions through disguised legal paperwork. And he chose that specific day because he knew Alissa would be in labor, making Kayce vulnerable and distracted, leaving him exposed.”
John closed his eyes for a moment, a deep sigh escaping him. When he opened them, the sorrow battling with a familiar steely resolve was evident. “He had more than one. He hated me for disowning him, for not seeing him as a Dutton anymore. He saw it as a betrayal to his whole existence. And Market Equities… they had their hooks in him. He was their leverage against us, against me being governor. Revenge, power, control. All the things he never truly had, he believed I withheld from him.”
A palpable silence filled the room, heavy with the weight of John’s words. It wasn’t just speculation; it was confirmation from the man Jamie had tried to kill.
“He wanted to erase us,” I said, tears blurring my vision. “All of us.”
Later that afternoon, the weight of the morning’s discoveries settled over the ranch like a suffocating blanket. I tried to immerse myself in the rhythm of ranch life, checking on the horses, going over feed schedules, anything to distract my churning mind. But the image of Jamie, cold and calculating, using my childbirth as part of his twisted plan, kept replaying. I was heading towards the main barn when I heard giggling. Madeline and Tate. My children. Bringing simple, innocent joy to a place so often steeped in darkness.
“Tate! I’m gonna get you!” Madeline’s eight-year-old voice echoed from inside the barn.
“No, you’re not, short stuff!” Tate countered, his voice rough with teen energy.
I walked in to see Madeline, her bright blue eyes sparkling, chasing Tate around a hay bale. Tate, almost a head taller now, was trying to dodge her, laughing. He ducked behind an old, dusty saddle rack that hadn’t been moved in years, one of those ancient things that belonged to a bygone era of the ranch.
Madeline, being tiny, managed to squeeze through a gap in the rack that Tate couldn't. As she burst through, she lost her balance and grabbed at the rickety wooden beam above her head to steady herself. Her small hand brushed against something loose, a small, square panel in the beam that I’d never noticed before. It wasn't entirely disguised, just faded and blended with the old wood.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening. “What’s this?”
She pulled at the panel, and with a soft creak, it popped open, revealing a shallow recess. Inside, nestled amongst cobwebs and dust, was a small, black USB drive.
“What is it, Mads?” Tate, forgetting their game, immediately came over. He carefully reached in and plucked out the drive. “A flash drive?”
“I don’t know,” Madeline shrugged, her innocence shining through. “Jamie used to play here a lot, Grandpa John said. Maybe it’s his stuff from when he was little?”
My heart caught in my throat. Jamie. Of course. This was the kind of place he would hide something. A place of childhood secrets, long forgotten by most.
“Come on,” I said, my voice tight. “Let’s take it inside.”
The atmosphere in the study, already charged, became electric as we gathered once more. John, Beth, Alana, Eliza, and now me, Tate, and Madeline, who clutched her horse plushie, sensing the sudden gravity. Tate carefully inserted the USB into Alana’s laptop. My stomach churned with a mixture of dread and grim curiosity. What else could Jamie have hidden?
The screen flickered, and then Jamie’s face appeared, more haunted, staring directly into the camera. He looked disheveled, his eyes bloodshot, his voice a low, urgent whisper.
“If you’re watching this,” Jamie began, his voice surprisingly steady despite his appearance, “it means I’ve been arrested and they’re coming for me. For what I did– and for what they think I’ll do.
Beth snorted, a sharp, bitter sound. “Oh, save the self-pity, you pathetic excuse for a man.”
Jamie continued, oblivious to Beth’s scorn. “They’ll try to pin everything on me. The governor’s attack, the Market Equities deal, the land grabs. They’ll say I acted alone. I asked them to take care of John, but I never asked them to try and kill him. I wanted him to suffer. To understand what he did to me, disowning me, making me an outsider. But this… this is bigger than me. Bigger than any of us. There are people pulling strings that you can’t see. Market Equities… they use people. They use me.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the side as if checking for unseen listeners. “They offered me a way to reclaim my name, to own the ranch and do what I want with it. To finally be someone. All I had to do was cooperate. They're ruthless. They will stop at nothing to get this land. I wanted to turn that ranch into something better than what John ever imagined. That ranch is mine. Sarah might be gone and I might spend the rest of my life in prison for murder, but just remember that I am not the true enemy - they’ll still come for all of you.”
The video ended abruptly, replaced by the desktop screen. Silence. A heavy, suffocating silence filled the office.
“Attempted murder on Governor John Dutton,” John finally said, his voice raspy. “He knew. He… he was part of it and now wants to plead that he had nothing to do with it.”
“He’s trying to rewrite history,” Beth spat, her face contorted in fury. “He’s trying to paint himself as some victim, when he was the one pulling the strings!”
“But he mentioned Market Equities using him,” Alana mused, tapping her chin. “And the framing. It’s a convenient narrative for him, but it also aligns with what we know of their methods.”
I looked at John, his face a mask of grief and exhaustion. “He wanted to justify himself, even then, to lessen the blame. But he admits to wanting you to suffer, John. And he admits to being part of a larger scheme.”
Madeline, sensing the tension, buried her face in Tate’s shoulder. Tate, ever the protective older brother, wrapped an arm around her, but his eyes were wide fixed on the empty screen where Jamie’s face had been.
“He thought he was being set up,” Eliza said, her voice slow, thoughtful. “That’s why he made this ‘burn file’ for himself. A pre-emptive strike, in case he was caught. A way to shift blame, even if only partially.”
“He was a coward, then and now,” Beth declared. “He didn’t want to take full responsibility. He never does.”
My gaze drifted to the window, seeing the vast, sprawling land of the Yellowstone. My home. My children’s home. The place Kayce loved above all else. Jamie's video, for all its self-serving manipulation, contained a chilling truth: the Duttons were still targets. And Jamie, whether a pawn or a player, had been complicit.
“This changes things,” I said, standing up, my voice infused with a renewed resolve. “He was more deeply entangled with Market Equities than we realized. And he knew their full agenda. This isn’t just about putting Jamie away anymore. This is about exposing everyone. For Kayce. For our children. For the ranch.”
John met my gaze, a flicker of his old fire returning to his eyes. “He’s right about one thing, Alissa. They will come for all of us. And we will be ready.”
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Making Jamie the villain is so lazy. He’s more than that (biased opinion), and neither Beth nor John are angels. And Monica, the bore that she is, should’ve died seasons ago. Good to see that Kayce is at least DOING something, though. They never let that character do anything, save groveling after his boring wife.
・Rip is a good man, with a good heart, but will do what needs to be done. That’s how the world sees him.
・You just see him as a giant teddy bear
・There are no harsh words or yelling when he’s with you. Actually, whenever you’ve had a disagreement, he’s never even raised his voice.
・ But he doesn’t like talking about his work for John.
”I don’t want to tell you about my day, I just want to forget it.”
“It’s okay baby, I just want to make sure he’s not asking too much of you.”
・The fact that you care about him so much absolutely warms his heart
・He loves when you call him baby, or honey, or any type of pet name
・Always honest (although he doesn’t talk to you about his work, he just avoids talking about it so he doesn’t have to lie). In every other area of your lives, he’s so truthful. You never feel like you’re on the outside of his life.
・He isn’t a man that is fuelled by making money. He life is ruled by the fact that whoever tries to hurt what/who he loves, he will kill them. So, he loves the ranch - anyone who is trying to take it away, he will do whatever it takes to defend it
・You get him watching the most dramatic shows like Housewives of Beverley Hills, Married At First Sight etc. (Yes, you made him get a tv, because even cowboys need to take their mind off of life for a while)
“Why in the fuck, would he admit that? There’s a camera for fucksake?”
“Fame baby”
“Fuck fame, now everyone thinks he’s a dickhead.”
・Is Dad™ (even though he doesn’t have biological kids)
・Would most definitely want to have ‘kids’ whether that be fostering kids, adopting, or furbabies
・Shows you how to ride a horse, and you become very good at it
・Loves seeing your smile, it’s his favourite feature of yours
・And you get all fuzzy inside whenever he does, because Rip only smiles when you’re around
・Rip always grounds you. When your mind is racing, or when you’re jumping to conclusions, Rip will bring you down to earth
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑷𝒆𝒕 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖: Baby, Sweetheart, Darlin’
𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆: Quality Time & Gift Giving
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈:
More Than A Woman by Midnite String Quartet
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔:
✧ “You wear the paints in this relationship” (You to Rip) x “Oh I wish, I cannot control you at all” (Rip to You)
✧ “I care about you!” x “You shouldn’t!”
✧ Emotionally Unstable (You) x Also Emotionally Unstable But Tries To Hide It (Rip)
NSFW🔞minors dni!
・He likes being called sir, daddy, anything that makes him feel in charge
・He’d definitely be a soft dom
・Loves receiving head. Especially surprised by it in the morning while he’s laying down.
・Rip is just as good as giving head. He eats you out like he’s starving
・You introduced the idea of bathing together, and he was intrigued by the idea. He didn’t realise how much he would enjoy it
・His favourite positions are cowgirl and doggy
・He’s very intense, and likes to hear you begging. For his hands, for his mouth, for his cock.
・Won’t do anything in public - he doesn’t want anyone to see you, or him, when you’re at your most vulnerable
・Does like to fuck in every room of the house though
