Accidental Kidnapping

A D ark R omance R everse H arem N ovel

V eronica H emlock

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Trigger Warnings: Please don’t read this book if you are
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To all my boys. I’ll forever love you.

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 Contents

Ordering In
A Stormy Surprise
A Good Time
Broken Down
Mistakes Were Made
Not Going Anywhere
Decisions
Breakfast in Bed
Taking Care of Business
Empty House
Obsession
Screams of Terror
A Waking Nightmare
Making Friends
Caught in the Act
Poking the Bear
Babysat
The World Outside
Back Home
Dangerous Times
The Club Life
The Great Escape
Gone Girl
Arrival
Next
Coming Up with a Plan
Safehouse
Our Girl
The Plan Begins
Lorenzo
Alone
Back from the Dead
Waiting for Lorenzo
The Hit
The Boys Are Back in Town
Goodbye Penthouse
Epilogue - 1 Year Later
About The Author
Other Books By Veronica Hemlock

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 Ordering In

“I’m in the mood for something feisty!” Lux danced his

way across the room and started dumping his bloody knives
on the kitchen counter.
“Lux! We make food there,” Jude snapped.
I shook my head at my brothers. Their reactions after a
long night of torturing a couple of men were polar opposites.
Lux was hyped up and crazed, while Jude got moody and
snarky. I just felt jittery after bloodshed. Something we all
shared though, was the need to fuck after killing someone.
“Call the club. Tell them to send a couple of girls who
can handle our brand of fun,” I told Jude.
He glared at Lux, who was whistling as he cleaned his
knives, but stalked into the living room to make the call.
“Damn, tonight was a good one. That eyeball pop . . .
did you see that, man?” Lux grinned at me; his eyes too
bright from the high of killing. Out of all of us, he was the
most bloodthirsty. Nights like tonight were exactly what set
him alight.
“It was good, alright.” I perched on a stool and pulled
out a cigarette. Lighting up, I sucked the much-needed
nicotine into my lungs and jiggled my leg on the bar. “We
should have ordered the girls before we headed back.”
“Coulda picked them up on the way,” Lux agreed,
lovingly drying each knife. He laid out his bundle, real
leather from some exotic animal, and carefully slid each
knife into its place. The man was obsessive about those
blades, but I wasn’t about to complain. Not with the way he
could use them. He could fucking make love to them for all I
cared, as long as he kept using them on our enemies.
“Bad news, guys,” Jude reappeared, phone in hand.
“There’s only one girl available.”
“As long as she’s got three holes, we’re good,” Lux
laughed. “Gaine can learn to share.”
“I know how to share, but I’ll take the first shot at her
pussy. Just hope she’s up to handling all of us.” I headed
upstairs to shower off the blood and toss my clothes. “Get
the playroom ready, Jude.”
By the time we were all cleaned up and ready to go,
the storm outside was really raging. Lightning split the sky
every few minutes, thunder rumbling over us so hard it
shook the windows of the house.
Lux was going nuts with the extra stimulation and the
lack of relief. He wasn’t wearing clothes, just a pair of black
briefs that showed off his hard on. The girl hadn’t even
gotten here yet and he was ready to go off.
Finally, there was a knock on the door.
“Go time!” Lux sang out, leaping off the armchair he’d
perched on a few minutes ago.

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 A Stormy Surprise

“Shit, shit, shit!” I hit the steering wheel of my stupid

car and sank back in the worn seat. The damn thing had
died, yet again. This time for good it seemed. I shouldn’t
have tried to go through that giant puddle.
I’d barely gotten through to the other side of the
surprisingly deep section in the road and the engine had
died on me. Not only was there a raging storm, but I was in
the middle of absolutely nowhere.
Peering through the windshield that now resembled a
waterfall, I searched for any sign of life out there. Nothing.
I’d have to stay in the car for the night, even if it was cold
out here.
A normal person would have called for help on their
phone, but mine was long gone. Lorenzo never would have
permitted such an obvious way out.
A stream of water cleared part of the windshield and I
saw a distant glimmer of light. For a long minute, I sat there,
debating the wisdom of going to a house in the middle of
the night, in the middle of nowhere.
The thought of someone finding my car out here and
calling it in was what spurred me to leave the safety of the
vehicle. At the very least, the person living out there would
have a phone I could use to call a tow truck or an Uber. On
second thought, I should take my stuff with me, just in case
it was better to head to the next town rather than tow this
piece of shit car.
By the time I made it to the house, I was absolutely
soaked to the bone and shivering. My duffel bag was
heavier than it had been when I started out and my arm
ached from carrying it.
The place was huge. A full-on mansion set at the end of
a long and winding driveway. There was a gate set between
two brick pillars, but it was open, so I continued trudging up
the driveway until I reached the porch, which was well lit.
Bright lights blazed from the arched windows across the
front of the building and a few upstairs, as well. It certainly
looked like someone was awake, even if it was after
midnight.
I knocked on the door, dropping my bag beside the
doormat. It landed in a soggy heap and I wiped my face with
my hands, trying to get some of the water off it.
A crack sounded as lightning cut through the air behind
me and I jumped just as the door opened.
“Good grief, did you walk all the way from the club?”
The tall, lean man in front of me stared at me with a look
that bordered on disgust.
“I’m sorry, my car broke down. Can I . .”
Before I could finish talking, he reached out and
grabbed my arm in a surprisingly firm grip, pulling me
inside. The door slammed shut behind me and my heart
started pounding in fear.
“She’s here, half drowned though.” The man pulled me
through a fancy foyer with flowers on stilted tables and into
a broader room that was unlike any living room I’d ever
seen.
Oh, the couches were there, but they were so fancy, I
bet just one of them was worth my entire year’s rent. A
fireplace cracked to the left and when I looked at it, there
were two other men standing by it. One was in nothing but
his underwear and sporting a very obvious erection.
 Embarrassed, I looked away quickly, feeling my face
heating up despite the cold that ran right down to my
bones. “Uh, my car broke down about a mile from here,” I
started.
“It’s fine!” The guy in underwear grinned a little crazily
and leapt toward me. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“I don’t think . . .”
“Come on, let’s get you out of those wet clothes,” the
guy holding my arm muttered. He pulled me toward a flight
of stairs and I pulled back.
“No, I just need the phone.”
“You can wait until we get to the playroom to fight
back,” he told me.
The crazy guy, with short, dark hair burst past us and
dashed up the stairs, making me cringe away from him and
toward the man holding onto my arm.
The other guy was behind me and with a sinking heart,
I realized there was no way out of this. I wasn’t strong
enough to fight off three huge men.
“Please, just let me go. I’ll go somewhere else, don’t
hurt me.”
“We’re not going to hurt you,” a deep voice rumbled
from behind me. “At least, not in a bad way.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
The crazy guy opened a door at the end of the hallway
and the tall one pulled me inside.
The room was shocking. It was full of weird furniture,
and a whole wall covered in whips and odd things, but the
most terrifying object was directly in front of me. A huge
bed with a cage under it. Thick metal pillars stood at each
corner, looking as if they’d been forged in wrought iron and
then twisted. The bed had a grid of metal overhead and
ropes and cuffs hanging down from several places.
My voice failed and I tried to turn around, but the man
gripping me suddenly jerked me toward him and spun me
around. The next thing I knew, he caught the edge of the
thin sweater I wore and pulled it, along with my tank top,
over my head.
“What are you doing?” I screamed, as my face popped
out the bottom of the sweater. Covering my chest with my
arms, I backed away from him and bumped into the man
with the deep voice.
“Hush, baby girl, we’re going to warm you up in no
time,” that deep voice soothed.
The crazed guy grabbed something from a drawer and
came toward me. As he neared, I realized it was a knife and
screamed again, certain I was about to die.
He slashed his hand out toward me and my bra split
right down the center. The man behind me pulled the straps
over my shoulders and let the bra fall to the floor. I was too
focused on the knife to realize my breasts were bared for all
to see.
“Damn, that’s a nice pair of tits,” the crazed guy said,
licking his lips.
“Please, leave me alone,” I pleaded, trying to cover
myself again.
“Hands down, darling. You’re ours now.” The man in
front of me leaned in, running the flat of the knife between
my breasts, forcing my hands aside.
Trembling, I stood as still as possible, willing him not to
cut me. The tip of the knife pressed just hard enough to
leave a mark, but didn’t cut the skin. He kept going, down
my belly to the waistband of my leggings, where he slid the
blade under the elastic and then jerked it forward, cutting
neatly through the fabric.
A second later and I was left in nothing but my pink
flowered underwear.
“Interesting choice of underthings.” The man who had
dragged me upstairs was looking at me curiously.
“I like them,” the crazed guy sliced quickly through the
sides of my panties and stood beaming at his handiwork.
“It’s not often you see a chick with pubes these days.”
 My eyes closed against his stare and my entire body
trembled. The deep voiced man behind me ran his thick
hands over my body, coming around the front under my
breasts and cupping them. Calloused thumbs circled my
nipples and they jumped to attention at the bizarre and not
entirely unpleasant sensation.
“She’s cold. Let’s get her on the bed. Remember I get
this pussy first,” he rumbled behind me.
Huge hands grasped my waist, lifting me and carrying
me to the bed. Halfway there, I came to my senses and
started to kick and scream, struggling in his grasp. My
movements must have surprised him, because he dropped
me. In a panic, I ran for the door.
Just as my hand closed on the knob, someone wrapped
their arms around me from behind, catching me firmly
around the waist. I threw my head back, smashing his face.
It hurt, but from the yowl he let out, it hurt him more than
me. The broad arms loosened enough that I twisted out of
his grasp.
Turning the door knob, I threw the door open and ran
down the hallway. The deep voiced man caught me before I
made it to the stairs and I was unceremoniously hauled
back to the room. This time, he locked the door.
The other two men were laughing as he dumped me on
the bed again, but the tall one grabbed my arm and
clamped a cuff around it while the deep voiced one did the
same to my other hand.
“Gotta say, they sent the perfect one this time,” the
deep voiced man chuckled. “Extra feisty.”
“Please, please, let me go,” I begged, kicking out as
they closed in around me.
Why hadn’t I stayed in the car?

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 A Good Time

The club had really come through this time. The girl
sprawled on the playroom bed was perfection. Unlike the
skinny waifs they usually sent over, this one had some meat
on her bones. There were no track marks on her arms, no
signs that she was doing this to get her next fix.
Not to mention, she had the begging and fighting part
down perfectly. Most girls playacted and badly, pretending
to fight without really meaning it and trying to seduce while
giggling as they pushed us away. No, this one was good at
what she did. I couldn’t wait to get a taste of her.
Gaine was staring at her with delight in his eyes. When
she’d run from the room, I’d seen the fire in him. Gaine
would never admit it, but there was nothing he liked more
than a good chase. If it had just been him with this girl, I
was certain they would have ended up fucking in the mud
outside, indulging his more primal instincts. But he’d kept
her close for us.
“I’m tasting this one,” Lux announced, bouncing onto
the bed. He threw the girl’s legs apart and dove between
them, putting all his excess energy into devouring her.
The girl kicked at him, so I grabbed one of her legs and
held her down. She was surprisingly strong for being so
short, but within a couple of minutes, Lux’s magic tongue
was doing its job and she started to writhe on the bed.
 “Stop, please, stop this,” she cried out, her voice
breathless, eyes glazed with pleasure.
Gaine climbed onto the bed on her other side, bending
to suckle a hard nipple and she nearly exploded, her entire
body jerking off the bed as she screamed.
Lux pressed a hand against her pelvis and hummed
against that soft flesh, obviously enjoying himself and she
groaned.
It was more than I could resist and I bent over her,
taking the other nipple into my own mouth. Her skin tasted
of rain and innocence, something unique. Rolling the hard
bud over my tongue, I scraped it lightly with my teeth until
she shuddered her release with a whimper.
When I looked up, she was staring at the ceiling with a
dazed look in her eyes. Deep blue eyes that were full of
tears. She must not be used to her johns making her cum
before they got their kicks.
“My turn.” Gaine gave Lux a shove and nearly sent him
tumbling off the bed, but the younger man just grinned and
moved away.
Gaine stripped his clothes off, his eyes ravishing the
woman before him.
Lux had his knife out again. I wasn’t too worried about
him getting carried away. After all, he’d already shredded a
man tonight, so his bloodlust had been sated for the most
part.
I was content to sit back and watch my brothers take
their pleasure in the girl, peeling off my own clothing.
Lux, eyes gleaming, ran his knife tip over her soft
breasts, leaving a reddened line of raised skin as he did so.
Then he moved to the sensitive skin just below her breasts.
The girl sucked in her breath, eyes wide, as he dug the tip
into her skin and watched a bead of red well up there.
Bending over her, Lux lapped up the blood and
groaned. “You’re sweet everywhere I taste you.”
 “Let her taste you now,” Gaine hissed, fisting his cock
in his thick fingers. He wedged himself between her legs,
nudging them apart with his knees as she tried to clamp
them shut.
Lux needed no further invitation. He straddled the girl,
his balls resting on her chin and rubbed the head of his dick
against her lips. She stared at him, her mouth tightly closed.
“Open up, girlie, or I’ll have to make some more cuts,”
he warned.
Her eyes widened and then closed tightly as her pink
lips begrudgingly opened.
I grinned, tightening my grip on my own cock. This was
going to be one incredible night.

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 Broken Down

They weren’t stopping. All my fighting and screaming

hadn’t deterred them. The crazy guy, Lux, had done things
between my legs that disgusted me and still made me feel
things I’d never thought I would. He’d wrung an orgasm out
of me somehow and I was too embarrassed to even think
about it. Who orgasmed during their rape?
Now he crouched over my chest like some sort of wild
animal, his dick rubbing over my lips, smearing his precum
on me. I wanted to bite him, but the knife was still in his
hand, dangerously close to my face.
When he slid the flat of the blade over my cheek, I
relented. This was just like everything else in life. I just had
to survive the next hour or so and then sneak out when they
were all exhausted from sex. That’s what men did, right?
Sleep after it?
Closing my eyes, I let Lux glide the smooth skin of his
dick over my tongue. Instantly, the salty sweet taste of him
filled my senses and I tensed. He just played for a moment,
running the tip over my tongue. Not so bad. This was
doable.
Then the other man, the one with the deep voice, was
kneeing his way between my legs. Desperately, I tried to
clamp my knees together, but he was already there, his hips
holding me open and my core exposed to him.
 The next moment, Lux shoved his dick into my throat
hard enough to make me gag and my eyes water. At the
same time, the other man rubbed himself up and down my
slit, which was wet from my earlier orgasm.
Trying to breathe around the thick meat deep in my
mouth, I couldn’t scream or do anything but dig my
fingernails into my palms as the man between my legs
suddenly slammed himself home.
Pain ripped through me. He didn’t seem to notice or
care, thrusting into me roughly over and over again. His
meaty hands reached under Lux for my breasts, squeezing
and kneading them until the pain shot through me again
and again.
It felt like forever before Lux suddenly slammed even
deeper into my throat and groaned out his release. Thick,
viscous semen flooded my throat and I choked as he pulled
himself out. Turning my head, I spat what I could of his seed
onto the bed, the rest sliding down into my stomach and
making me want to vomit. It wasn’t the taste, though that
wasn’t terribly pleasant, it was the idea of his cum inside me
that made me nauseous.
The man between my legs was next, ramming himself
hard inside me and holding himself there. His cock pulsed
inside me and I imagined more of that thick liquid gushing
into my womb. Tears rolled down my cheeks, but before I
could try to talk again, Lux was there, licking up the tears
and running his knife tip down my cheek.
“You done, Gaine? I’ve got a hard on here that won’t
take care of itself,” the tall man muttered. He was sitting on
the edge of the bed, watching everything and gripping his
dick.
“Yeah, have at it, I need a second to recover anyway,”
Gaine said, pulling out from between my legs.
I hissed at the pain, feeling like he was pulling flesh
with him as he removed himself from my core.
 “You made her bleed,” Lux observed, his eyes sparkling
at the idea. He leaned over for a closer look, his already
stiffening cock bumping my cheek.
He was back to carving at my abdomen and I barely
felt the sting of the blade as he ran it over and around,
making some sort of shape. The pain was overwhelming and
coming from too many places at once.
“Let me flip her, Lux.” The tall man grabbed my hips
and flipped me over, pulling my hips up so I was up on my
knees with my arms crossed above my head, face buried in
the plastic covered mattress.
“Mmm, like that view. You want your whip, Jude?”
“Give me the flogger,” Jude replied.
With my face buried in the strong smelling mattress
cover, I didn’t see what Gaine handed Jude, but a moment
later, the crack of something painful splatted across my
back and I yelped involuntarily.
“Look at those marks, I’m going to make you so
pretty,” Jude murmured, running a warm hand over my
back. Then he let himself go, laying lash after lash across
my buttocks, thighs and backs until I was sobbing.
Jude thrust into my still aching vagina as Gaine jerked
my head up by the hair and presented me with his thick
cock, already rock hard again. He shoved my face down on
it and I tasted myself on it, as well as the salty taste of him,
somehow different from Lux’s flavor.
“God, your mouth is heaven,” he groaned, using my
hair to bob my face up and down on his dick. “I don’t even
want to cum, I’m enjoying this so much.”
Another strike of the flogger across the sensitive skin
on my back and I choked back a sob as Gaine shoved me
down.
Jude was sliding in and out slowly, his hands running all
over my skin and I closed my eyes, wishing they would just
be done with it. How many times could they go?
 It turned out; they were insatiable. Each one had a turn
in my mouth and my vagina and then another go at one or
the other. By the time the sun shone through the arched
windows of the playroom, my belly was full of cum in more
ways than one.

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 Mistakes Were Made

She was perfect. I was definitely getting this chick’s

name and ordering her from the agency again. We’d all
sated ourselves in her and she’d taken every bit of it. Not
many girls could do that, even the pros.
We were all sprawled on the bed, Jude across the
bottom, Gaine on one side of the girl and I was on the other
side, still twiddling her nipple. She lay there, exhausted,
with her hands crossed above her head, the chains twisted a
couple of times with all the movement.
“That was well worth the wait,” I said, a sense of peace
washing over me. The other two men hummed their
agreement.
The girl stared at the ceiling and then she whispered,
“Can I . . . I need the bathroom.”
Gaine grunted and sat up, reaching over to pop open
the cuffs so she could get up. The girl rubbed her wrists, her
eyes on the floor as she slid off the bed, leaving a trail of
slime and blood behind. Her back and buttocks were bright
pink, with spots of red where the blood had been brought
too close to the surface of the skin from the flogging. It was
almost enough to make me hard again.
“I’ll show her.” I got up and led her out to the hallway
and showed her the bathroom.
“Can I shower?” she asked in a broken voice.
 “Of course. Towels are in there. Jude can get you
something to wear.”
She nodded and disappeared into the bathroom, but
before the door shut completely, I pushed it open and
walked in. She stared at me in shock, but stepped back to
let me by. In a moment, I had the water running for her. The
shower was a bit tricky if you didn’t know what all the
buttons and knobs were for.
Part of me wanted to jump in with her, but my aching
muscles told me that four times would be too many. Instead,
I shut the door and headed back to the playroom to help
Jude clean up.
“Why the fuck didn’t the agency send someone like
that before?” Jude was saying as I walked through the door.
My brothers had pulled on pants and were stripping the
rubber sheet off the bed. Gaine looked at me and grinned.
“And here we thought you’d end up in the shower with
her.”
“Nah, I’m getting old. Three times in one night is
enough for me.”
“She must be new,” Jude decided, bundling things up
and carrying them out of the room. “There’s no way
someone that sweet would last in the agency.”
“Who cares. I say we book her every week for the rest
of our lives,” I yawned, stretching. “Oh, you need to get her
something to wear, Jude. Her stuff is soaked.”
“And sliced to hell,” Jude pointed out.
“Guess we better call in and have someone pick her
up,” Gaine sighed. “Who knows where her car ended up?”
Jude shoved the bundle of mucky bedding at Gaine and
pulled out his phone while he headed to his room to find
something for the girl to wear. The man had a collection of
clothing for girls in there, since we were pretty likely to rip
or cut things off them.
A moment later, he reappeared, his normally bronzed
face pale. “Shit, guys, we have a problem.”
 Gaine had just come back up from the laundry room
and was munching on an apple. “What, they can’t get her?
I’ll drive her back.”
“No . . . the agency said their girl never made it out
here. She had to turn back because of the storm.” Jude
swallowed hard.
“Wait, what?” I looked at the bathroom door, the water
running behind it. “Who the fuck is she then?”
“I don’t know.” Jude looked stricken.

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 Not Going Anywhere

Once Lux was gone, I locked the bathroom door and

stood for a long moment staring at myself in the giant
mirror. The bathroom was pure luxury, with granite tiles and
a raised crystal sink, but my eyes were glued to my own
face.
I was pale, with huge bags under my eyes. My hair was
stringy and my body blotchy from the bites and slaps I’d
been given. I could see a long curly line swirling from
between my breasts down over my hip, where Lux had cut
me with his knife. It wasn’t deep, but it was scabbed over.
Dried blood was smeared all over my skin.
Turning, I gasped at the sight of my back and butt. The
flogger had ruined my skin. Everything was red and bruised
and the sight shook me.
Needing to rid myself of the men’s scents on me, I
stepped into the shower and scrubbed my skin until it was
even redder and nearly raw. The musky scented body wash
left me retching and as soon as I was done, I leaned out of
the shower and vomited thick goop into the toilet. Finally, I
felt as though I’d purged myself of them on the inside, but
their marks were still all over my skin.
Wrapped in a huge black towel, I dried off and crossed
to the door. It was time to face them again.
All three men were standing in the hallway outside the
bathroom and I hesitated, terrified of the serious looks on
their faces. Was this where they killed me?
“Who the fuck are you?” Lux snarled, stepping into my
space.
“I just want to go, please let me leave,” I whispered,
fear washing over me again. “I promise, I won’t say
anything.”
“We can’t let you leave,” Gaine sighed. “What’s your
name?”
“Megan.” I said quickly. It was the name I’d decided on
as my alias before I’d fled my home.
“She’s lying,” Jude said. He pursed his lips and stared
at me.
Gaine crossed his arms. “We thought you were . . . a
whore. We hired one last night and it turned out she didn’t
show up, but you did. So, we made an honest mistake.”
An incredulous laugh burst out of me. “An honest
mistake? What part of my screaming and crying made you
think I was okay with this?”
Jude looked uneasy. “Well, we specifically requested
that you, the woman we hired, I mean, fight back.”
“You’re all sick. Fucked in the head,” I whispered, tears
filling my eyes again. “You wanted to pretend to rape a
woman so badly you actually did it.”
“We didn’t know,” Lux put in helpfully. “Not our fault.”
“Why did you show up at our door at two in the
morning?” Jude asked suspiciously.
“Because my car broke down. It was cold and I thought
I’d find someone kind enough to let me call an Uber.” I
shivered, suddenly cold again. “I did not anticipate a house
full of sadistic rapists.”
“Again, it was an honest mistake,” Gaine said, raising
his hands.
“Then let me go. Just give me . . .” I realized that my
clothes had literally been sliced off me and were no longer
wearable. “You know what? My bag is still on the front steps.
I can just go get my clothes from there and leave. No one
ever has to know.”
“There’s a slight issue with that,” Gaine sighed. “You’re
full of our DNA.”
“What?” I swallowed hard against the bile threatening
to rise up my throat. Swallowing hurt after the rough
treatment of my throat from last night, not to mention the
vomiting I’d just done. They couldn’t keep me. The thought
that they might be proposing a more permanent solution
flooded me with fear.
“We came inside you. All three of us. That means if you
go get a rape kit done, you’ll be putting all of us at risk and
we’re not letting you go until that’s no longer a possibility.”
I felt the blood drain out of my face, dizziness taking
over. “Shit. You didn’t use protection.”
“Are you . . . clean?” Jude asked, suddenly looking
concerned.
“Yeah. But I’m not on birth control. Shit.” I wrapped my
arms around myself, thinking of the horror that would be
finding out I was pregnant from this encounter. They’d never
let me go if I was actually carrying a child with their DNA.
“Why not?” Jude frowned. “Every girl at the agency is
on it.”
“Because I’m not from the agency and I’m a fucking
virgin, asshole, that’s why!” I screamed at him, the
frustration and pain of the entire situation rushing over me.
“Or was, because you guys took that very roughly last
night.”
This time I kept the tears at bay. “Look, I won’t say
anything, but I have to go. There’s the morning after pill, if I
take that in the next 24 hours, it won’t be an issue. I
promise I will not go to the police or the hospital.”
“No.” Gaine rubbed his temples like I was giving him a
headache. “You’re going to have to stay here. Jude, call
Miles and get him to bring Plan B with him when he comes
in to work this morning.”
 “On it.” Jude put his phone to his ear and walked away.
The other two men stood there looking at me with
concerned looks on their faces. Exhaustion was rapidly
taking over the adrenaline that I’d had for a brief moment
while yelling at Jude. Now my legs gave out and I sank to
the floor, or nearly did. Gaine caught me and lifted me in his
arms, bridal style.
“Come on, you need rest and we need to figure out
what the fuck we’re going to do.”
“Just, let me go,” I whined, suddenly too tired to lift my
head. My cheek pressed against his hard pecs. His
heartbeat thudded in my ear. If he hadn’t just ripped me
apart brutally, I might have enjoyed the moment.
“You can get some sleep in here. Don’t try to go out the
windows, they’re wired to an alarm.” He deposited me on
the bed in a sunny yellow room with blue curtains and
pulled a blanket over me.
“Please,” I whispered.
But he was already gone, the door clicking shut behind
him. And the tiredness that apparently came from running
for your life and then being gang raped took over and I fell
into a deep sleep.

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“How the fuck did this happen?” I ran my hands

through my hair and glared at Jude. My brothers had joined
me in the living room, where the fire had long since burned
out. We should have been asleep after a long night of killing
and fucking, but instead, we stumbled around like idiots.
“I don’t know. The club should have told us the girl
didn’t make it,” Jude slumped in a chair, staring at the dead
fire.
“I sure don’t regret it,” Lux grinned, pouring a cup of
coffee. “That was the best night I’ve had in a long time.”
He wasn’t wrong. It had been an incredible night, with
the perfect woman. But now we were stuck with possible
rape charges. It was a stupid mistake and one that shouldn’t
have been made.
“This was sloppy. Fucking sloppy.” I growled, slamming
my fist into the arm of the couch. “We don’t make mistakes
like this.”
Jude hummed in agreement and Lux just jittered his leg
and sipped his coffee.
There was a noise and I spun around as the door
opened.
Miles walked in, raising his eyebrows at the sight of us.
“I thought you’d be asleep after last night.”
 “We have a bit of a problem,” Jude told him. “Did you
get the Plan B?”
“Of course.” Miles dug in his pocket and handed over a
box. He looked curious, but our man knew not to ask
questions. Instead, he moved to the kitchen and started
preparing things for breakfast.
“I’ll get this into her,” Jude sighed. He grabbed a can of
soda from the fridge and headed back upstairs.
“I say we just keep her,” Lux said. “I mean, she’s going
to be a liability anyway we deal with her. Why not enjoy the
sex?”
“Because we don’t actually rape women, asshole.” I
glared at him and pulled out my phone, texting one of our
fixers.
“Except we did. Last night,” he pointed out
unnecessarily. “And it was fucking incredible. I want to do
that again.”
“Absolutely not. Even we should have some morals.”
Lux shrugged and headed into the kitchen to steal
some bacon.
Jude returned from his trip upstairs, looking troubled.
“She took it, no problem.”
“Of course she did, she doesn’t want a kid any more
than we do.”
“Do you think she was really a virgin?” Jude asked,
plopping himself back into the chair.
“There’s no reason to doubt it,” I told him. “She did
bleed when I tore into her, but that’s no real indication. It
was rough last night.”
“She’s never going to want sex again,” Jude shook his
head. “Fuck, man. I mean, I loved it and I want more of her,
but that was just wrong, even for us.”
“I know.” I finished tapping out my message and looked
over at him. “How long does DNA evidence stay in a chick?”
“Like, a week. Maybe longer if they can get into the
uterus, I don’t know.” He looked troubled.
 “So, we keep her for a couple of weeks to make sure,
then we pay her enough to keep her trap shut and dump her
somewhere. This place is desolate enough she won’t
remember where it was exactly.”
Jude nodded. “Okay. Yeah, that’s good. We can handle
two weeks.”
“I’ve got the crew looking for her car and we need to
get hold of her phone, disable it so no one can track her
here.”
“On it.” Jude was always better when he had something
to actually do and now, armed with a task, he headed
outside to grab the ratty looking duffle bag we’d seen on
the porch.
A minute later, he came back, unzipped the bag and
turned it upside down over the coffee table. A pile of what
could only be described as junk fell out.
Jude started to pick through the damp clothes. There
were a couple of leggings, a pair of jeans and some shirts,
plus a couple pairs of that flowery underwear.
“We should have known with these,” Jude muttered,
dropping pink panties with little rosebuds on them off to the
side. “What kind of hooker wears flowered panties?”
The clothing set aside, he pulled out a Ziplock bag with
a stack of bills in it. Raising his eyebrows at me, Jude
opened the bag and quickly counted. “Three grand, plus
some small bills.”
“Who the hell carries that in a baggie?” I rolled my
eyes and reached for a small zippered pouch. It contained
deodorant and toiletries. “Take this up to her after. She’ll
need it.”
“Sure thing.” Jude ran his hand around the bottom of
the duffel. “There’s nothing else in here.”
“Something’s off about her,” I frowned. “She didn’t
have pockets in those leggings she wore last night. Where’s
her phone? Her wallet?”
 Miles came in to call us to breakfast at that moment
and we headed to the dining room to eat. The coffee and
pancakes woke me up a bit more and I kept running the
facts over in my head.
There was something wrong with Megan, a name I was
100% sure was not her real name. She hadn’t turned up in
the middle of a storm for nothing. The question was, did it
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Jude was the one who came in with soda and a pill. He
was also the one who brought me a plate of breakfast a
little later, loaded with bacon, eggs, and pancakes.
It had been nearly three days since I’d last eaten and
my stomach rumbled loudly when he appeared with the
plate. It was all I could do not to snatch it from his hands
and scarf it all down like a pig.
Instead, I took the plate when he offered it and then
proceeded to eat as fast as humanly possible. Who knew
how long this semi-decent behavior would last? I wasn’t
going to look a gift breakfast in the mouth.
“Hungry, huh?” Jude sat on the end of the bed and
watched me eat, but even that wasn’t enough to slow me
down.
“It’s been a while.” I shrugged and ran a finger around
the plate, scooping up the last of the bacon grease and
maple syrup. It was on the tip of my tongue to thank him,
but if it weren’t for him and his asshole friends, I wouldn’t
be sitting here anyway. Fuck that.
Jude blew out a breath and chewed on his lower lip,
eyes on the ground. It gave me a moment to study him
when he wasn’t forcing himself into my body. In any other
situation, I would have said he was handsome, in a nerdy
kind of way. He was lean, with sandy hair that curled in an
unruly halo around his head and his eyes were a light blue
that looked as innocent as the sky.
When he reached out for the plate, I automatically
jerked back. I recovered quicky and handed it to him, hoping
he hadn’t noticed. No such luck. Something flickered in his
eyes before the man stood up and walked to the door.
“You’re not a prisoner here, but we can’t let you go. Not
yet.”
“Yet?” I grasped onto that tiny word, that sliver of
hope.
“Gaine figures two weeks will be enough. Then you can
leave.”
“You’re serious?” I gaped at the man. “You want me to
stay here, in a house full of rapists, for two weeks?”
“You’ll be compensated,” he said stiffly.
Then he was gone, the door snicking shut behind him.
I curled up on the bed and cried. The pain from last
night still hadn’t filtered through the physical and into my
mind. There was too much already in there and I knew the
mental numbness I felt was a protective mechanism. My
brain was trying to protect me. As horrific as last night had
been, it hadn’t been as bad as what I’d left behind.
With a full belly and the exhaustion from crying setting
in, I dozed off again, rolled up in a comforter, as if that
would protect me from wandering hands.

When I woke, the sun was setting, sending long purple

and orange rays across the twilight blue of the sky. I sat up,
disorientated and winced at the pain. My nether regions
were throbbing painfully and my entire back and butt ached
from the whipping. Assorted sharp pains shot through me as
I carefully slid out of bed, freezing when I saw my clothes
folded on a chair by the window.
Someone had come in while I was sleeping and I hadn’t
woken up. The thought made me shudder. What had they
done while they were in here? Had they peeled back the
blanket to look at me? I ran my hands over my body, but no
new aches greeted me. It didn’t seem like they’d touched
me.
The clothes were dry and had obviously been
laundered. They smelled different.
Quickly, I pulled on underwear, jeans and a tank top,
with a t-shirt over it. My only bra had been shredded the
night before and the memory came with a wave of dizziness
and nausea.
The nausea didn’t diminish with the bout of vertigo and
after a moment, I realized there was more behind it.
Running to the door, I threw it open, glad to find it unlocked
and rushed across the hall to the bathroom they’d shown
me when I first arrived.
Acrid vomit spewed from my mouth as I bent over the
toilet. I’d made it just in time. Finishing up, I stumbled to the
sink and realized Gaine was standing in the doorway, black
eyes watching me.
Spitting into the sink, I quickly rinsed my mouth and
stepped back toward the shower, away from the hulking
man in the doorway.
“What do you want?” I asked, my voice trembling. I
sounded pathetic, but I didn’t know how to sound stronger
at that moment.
“You good?” He nodded at the toilet and I hastily
flushed away the noxious stuff. “Come downstairs.” There
was no please, only a sharp command in his deep voice.
He spun and walked away, obviously expecting me to
obey. And I did, stumbling after him on weak legs.
The others were in the living room when we arrived. My
feet sank into the soft white rug as I paused to take
everything in. Last night, I had realized the house was
beautiful, but the details had been lost to me.
It was like something out of a magazine, with hardwood
floors and carefully curated art on the walls. Huge arched
windows made the entire space feel airy and I could see the
forest out the windows, still lit up by the dying sun’s rays.
“Sit down, Megan.”
It took me a moment to respond to the name I’d given
last night or this morning, I wasn’t sure which. All three men
were watching me as I crossed to the opposite side of the
room and perched on the edge of a sofa.
If they tried anything, I would run. The front door
wasn’t far away and while I knew I could make it there
before they caught me, getting out would be tricky. I had no
shoes and nowhere to go. The road had little to no traffic . . .
I’d chosen it for that very reason.
“First of all, we wanted to tell you we’re sorry for what
occurred this morning,” Gaine rumbled out. “It was a terrible
misunderstanding and I assure you we will not hurt you
again while you are here.”
I said nothing. There was no reason to believe them.
“Second, as Jude has explained, you’ll need to stay
here for two weeks to ensure you cannot go to the police
with any evidence.”
I opened my mouth to protest and he held up a meaty
hand.
“You can tell us you won’t talk, but this ensures there
will be no reason to. I believe Jude also mentioned
compensation.”
“I don’t care about fucking compensation. I want to
leave,” I snapped.
Gaine’s face grew cold. “You can’t. End of discussion.
You’ll be given $10,000 at the end of the two weeks and
sent on your way. We have your car in the garage. It’s
useless, your engine is ruined. We’ll give you a bus ticket
anywhere you want. I’d offer a plane ticket, but you don’t
appear to have any ID.”
A chill ran through me at the last sentence. They’d
searched my things, apparently. I’d purposely left my ID in a
sewer where it hopefully would never be found.
 “You’re free to move around the house, but don’t leave.
And when we request it, you will stay in your room.” Gaine
leveled me with a dark look. “We have business to attend to
and we can’t afford to stop while you’re here, but you are
not privy to it.”
“Fine.” I swallowed hard and felt the ache in my throat
from their hard thrusts last night, reminding me that these
were not men to trust. I would make myself scarce for two
weeks and it would be over.
Jude stood up. “You can make yourself at home here.
We have a . . . household help, Miles. He knows the situation
and he will not let you leave, but if you need anything, he
can get it for you.”
An older man with glasses and a suit came into the
room, as if on cue. He looked at me curiously and then set
out mugs of tea.
“This is Miles. Miles . . . Megan.” Jude gestured to me
and the man nodded politely, handing me a mug of tea and
walking right back out of the room. As if this sort of
kidnapping happened every day around here.
“You’ll sign a non-disclosure agreement, of course.”
Gaine was speaking again.
I nodded silently, hopelessness filling my chest. What
could these men do to me in two weeks? And worse, what if
my past caught up to me in that time?

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The girl, Megan, or whatever her name was, sat there

in trembling silence. She looked terrified and I didn’t blame
her. We weren’t nice men and it was obvious she’d picked
up on that, beyond what we’d done the night before.
I was a good judge of character; it was part of my job
description. She was considering our offer, but it was
obvious money didn’t motivate her. There was something
else behind that frightened gaze. It made me want to shake
the information out of her. It was regretful that we’d met her
under last night’s circumstances, but I couldn’t deny that
just seeing her sitting there and biting her lip made me hard
again. Forcing myself to ignore my dick, I focused on what
need to be done next.
When we’d finished explaining how things would go, I
dismissed her and she scurried back up to her room. As long
as she stayed there, we were good. There were other things
to deal with.
“I have to get to the club. Jude, you stay here and keep
an eye on the girl.”
He nodded, kicking back on the sofa where she’d sat,
pulling out his phone.
“I’m right behind you, G.” Lux grabbed his bundle of
knives and headed after me.
 In the garage, I looked at the old station wagon that
was apparently Megan’s. The thing was decrepit anyway,
but driving it through a deep ass pool of water had ended it
for good. Women were shit drivers, I decided, hitting the
door opener and swinging onto my bike.
Lux and I roared down the muddy roads to the
clubhouse. It was only 20 minutes from the house, but that
was enough to give us the privacy we needed. The rest of
the club lived in town or at the clubhouse itself, but we
three had always been on the outskirts.
“Gaine, Lux.” Our leader and club president, Fox, was
at the bar, throwing back a whiskey. Ignoring the girls that
pranced over to us, I headed straight to the bar and planted
myself on a stool next to him.
“Fox.”
The bartender slid a whiskey on the rocks across the
bar and I nodded at her. Lila knew exactly what I need.
“Where’s Jude?” Fox asked, his blue eyes scanning the
room.
“He had business at home.”
“Female business?” Fox raised a bushy eyebrow and I
felt my lips quirk.
“Guess you already heard about our mishap?”
“That I did. Can’t say I’m too pleased about it.”
Lux popped up beside us, his arm around some half-
dressed girl that barely looked legal. “Want us to get rid of
her?”
Fox eyed my brother skeptically. “No. We don’t do
women or children. You know that.”
“Yeah, yeah. I wanted to keep her for good, but G here
wants to hold her long enough to destroy evidence and let
the bitch go.” Lux shook his head and bent to suck the girl’s
neck.
“You sure that’s the best way to go?” Fox eyed me
again.
 I shrugged. “Hard to tell, but I think a payoff and a
scare will keep her out of our hair.”
“Good. Because if I find out she’s causing problems, I’m
willing to bend the women and children rule, you know
that.”
“I know.”
Lux disappeared into the back with his newest interest
and Fox and I discussed club business for a while before I
headed up to the office. An MC sounded cool, but there was
still a lot of paperwork that had to be done. It was my least
favorite part of the job, but it was a necessary part, even for
a hitman.
As I worked, my mind kept flitting back to the girl tied
to our bed last night. It had been perfect. Too perfect. Going
back to the fake chicks with their simpering pleads of “no,
oh, no, please don’t,” would never be enough again. Fucking
female, ruining everything we had.
It took twice as long to get my work done and by the
time I’d finished, Lux was ready to go, the girl he’d been
with watching him with wide eyes from the lap of another
member.
“Let’s get back.” I didn’t say it, but I was eager to see
Megan again and that bothered me more than I would ever
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The men had left. I heard the bikes roar away down the
road and while my room was at the back of the house, it
sounded like multiple bikes.
Not knowing how long I had before they returned, I
shoved my baggie of money into my back pocket and
slipped quietly down the stairs.
Pausing at the bottom, I could hear someone, probably
Miles, in the kitchen. After a few minutes of just standing
there, he didn’t seem likely to come out, since he was
chopping something. When he turned on the blender, I took
the chance and darted across to the foyer, and then the
front door.
Opening the door carefully, surprised it wasn’t locked, I
slipped outside and closed it behind me. The sun was
completely gone now and long shadows stretched across
the driveway, making it impossible to see anything beyond
the yellow light of the porch.
There was no time to lose, so I scurried down the steps
and headed to the left. The driveway was too obvious and
most people turned to the right, so the left made sense. I’d
be in the forest in no time.
Unfortunately, I was still without shoes and the two
pairs of socks I’d put on my feet did nothing to stop the pain
of rocks shooting up my legs. Wincing, I high stepped
toward the trees.
“Going somewhere, princess?” The voice came from
the shadows ahead of me and I froze, then turned and
sprinted toward the back of the house.
Jude caught up to me in three long strides. In a second,
I found myself face down on the soft, damp grass, his
weight pressed into the length of my body. Worst of all, his
erection was pressing against me, leaving nothing to the
imagination.
“We told you this would go well if you just cooperated.”
Jude sounded disappointed as he spoke right against my
ear. “Running away doesn’t count as cooperation.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimpered under him, trying desperately
to roll away from him. His weight kept me pressed against
the lawn.
“How far did you think you’d get? You don’t have
shoes. You’re miles from anywhere. There’s no way this
would work. Unless you wanted someone to chase you down
. . .”
His breath was hot against my cheek and I suddenly
felt nauseous again and retched against the grass. That did
the trick and he leapt up, pulling me to my feet.
“Come on, back to the dungeon with you, princess.” He
scooped me up in his arms and carried me back to the
house, making me cry out with the pressure against my
back. Jude frowned down at me and then move me so that I
was leaning against his chest, my head falling onto his
shoulder.
Inside, Miles was waiting with his arms crossed, looking
annoyed. “Dinner is ready, Jude.”
“Thanks, Miles.”
Jude carried me into the dining room and set me on a
chair. As soon as he stepped away, the tightness in my
chest eased and I could take a breath again. I sucked in air
rapidly, gasping as I realized I hadn’t breathed the entire
time he’d carried me.
“Calm down, I’m not trying to hurt you,” the tall man
said firmly, sitting down across from me.
I glared at him, but didn’t say anything. My body hurt
whether he was trying or not.
Miles came in and brought two plates of food. When he
set mine down in front of me, I swallowed hard and looked
up his friendly face.
“Um, Miles, do you . . . have any painkillers?” I asked
hesitantly.
“I’ll bring some with your drinks,” he said, with a
glance at Jude.
“Thank you.”
Normally I wouldn’t touch painkillers, but this whole-
body pain was getting to be too much.
“I’m sorry, I should have brought you something
earlier,” Jude mumbled.
I bent my head, looking at the food before me. Roast
beef with gravy, garlic green beans, and roasted baby
potatoes were presented with the finesse of a restaurant
chef. It looked and smelled incredible.
By the time Miles returned with a glass of wine for each
of us and a small packet of Tylenol, I’d already plowed
through half the food. He looked pleased.
“Would you like more?”
“Yes, please.” I wasn’t going to turn down food. My
stomach was completely empty after the vomiting earlier,
but the nausea now wasn’t enough to keep me from stuffing
my belly while I had the chance.
Jude watched me eat with amusement on his face.
“Do you normally starve yourself?” he asked when I
paused to drink the pills down with some wine.
“Not intentionally.” I shrugged. “Sometimes it’s
inevitable.”
“You have money, not much, but enough to eat.”
 I looked at him, feeling that chill in my bones again.
“That money is for something else.”
“What?” He looked far too curious.
Shoving the rest of the beef into my mouth, I gave him
a shrug. There was no way I was opening that can of worms.
We finished eating in silence and after thanking Miles
for the meal, I trudged back upstairs to the quiet of my
room. By now, I was wide awake, so I paced the room,
waiting for the Tylenol to kick in.
It was boring in the room. There was nothing in here
but a bed, two nightstands and a closet, plus an armchair by
the door.
Stepping into the hallway, I headed to the bathroom
and went inside, shutting and locking the door behind me.
My vagina was still throbbing, despite the painkillers and I
decided it was time to check what was going on down there.
A few minutes later, I regretted having done so. Sitting
with my legs apart on the counter, I stared at the damage
they’d done to me. The entire area was red and raw, with a
very obvious tear to one side. Biting my lip against the pain,
I carefully cleaned the area and then used my finger to
scrub my teeth with toothpaste, trying not to think about
the state of my poor vulva.
Seeing the damage had cracked the wall in my mind,
the one blocking out the pain. Crawling back into my bed,
this time between the sheets, I felt wave after wave of
dizziness flow over me until I squeezed my eyes shut tight,
wrapping my arms around me.
“You’re okay, you’re okay.” I whispered to myself. This
would be alright.
Despite not feeling tired, I drifted into a restless sleep.
A sleep filled with blood and screams and a baby crying.

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None of us had slept in 48 hours, but I was still pretty

hyped up as I followed Gaine back to the house. We parked
beside the ugly station wagon and headed inside. Gaine
looked exhausted, with bags under his dark eyes, but I
couldn’t wait to see what our girl was up to.
Our girl, as if we were keeping her. If it were up to me,
we would. In fact, I was tempted to wait until my brothers
dropped her off and then pick her up again and hide her
away for my own personal use. Just thinking of how she’d
felt, her velvety core tight around my cock made me hard
again.
“She ran, just like you said,” Jude was saying, as I came
back to the moment.
Gaine growled. “I’d hoped she was smarter than that.”
“She has no reason to trust us,” Jude pointed out and I
shook my head at him.
“We could put her in the dungeon,” I suggested,
adjusting myself. The thought of that soft woman hanging
from her shackles in my dungeon made my cock stiffen
more.
“No.” Gaine shut down that thought rapidly and began
to pace. “Did you lock her door?”
“Not yet.”
“Do it.”
 Jude nodded and headed upstairs. “There’s roast beef
in the oven if you want it.”
We headed into the kitchen to partake of Miles’
excellent cooking and not for the first time, I congratulated
myself for finding the man. He was definitely an excellent
cook, not to mention a general errand boy.
A minute later, Jude was back, leaning on the counter
and watching us. He detailed how Megan had run outside in
sock feet and headed straight for the forest.
“She was predictable as fuck, but then she headed for
the back of the house.” He shook his head, a smile playing
across his lips. “I took her down immediately. But she’s
hurting. We did some damage last night.”
“I can imagine. Especially if it’s true that she was a
virgin.” Gaine looked pained at the thought. After all, he’d
been the first inside her, ripping into that tender flesh like it
was nothing. The man’s junk was definitely not small so it
must have hurt like hell.
“Lock everything up tight,” Gaine ordered. “If she
manages to get out of her room, I don’t want her getting out
of the house.”
“I could spend the night in her room,” I offered.
“Lux, no more DNA.” Jude sighed.
“I wasn’t going to leave my DNA, I can use a condom,
you know.”
“Didn’t you just bang that club girl?” Gaine shook his
head.
“She didn’t do it for me. Took a fucking hour to cum,” I
told him. “Not like our girl upstairs.”
“That girl upstairs isn’t ours and she is off limits.
Especially to you.”
Fuck him. He thought he was the leader of this trio, but
the truth was, Gaine was nothing without me.
Who did all the dirty work around here? Sure, he could
pop someone in the head with a pistol, but I was the one
who made them talk. I was the one who peeled their skin
from their body while he asked the questions. It was my
hand that forced the truth from every bloodied lip.
Ignoring my brothers, I headed to my room, ready for
some well-earned rest. A minute later, I heard them come
upstairs, too, then make their way to their rooms. Gaine
showered, but it sounded like Jude had headed straight to
bed.
Sprawling across my own queen-sized bed, I stared at
the ceiling and wondered what made this one so special.
Why did I want so badly to keep her and what would happen
if I did?

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Screams rent the air and pulled me from my sound

sleep with a jerk. Leaping out of bed, I ran from my room.
It was her. She sounded terrified. I unlocked her door,
hearing my brothers coming out of their own rooms as I
stepped inside and flicked on the light, ready to fight.
There was nothing but the girl in the middle of the bed,
her legs twisted in the sheets, her face pale against the
white bedding as she thrashed and cried out in pain and
terror.
“Megan!” I rushed toward her without thinking and
pulled her into my arms.
Her gray eyes flew open, pupils blown in fear. I’d seen
this before, usually in the men we were torturing for
information or about to kill. It sent a pang through my heart
to see that level of terror in her eyes.
“Hey, you’re okay, it’s alright. You had a bad dream.” I
ran my hand over her silky tresses, soothing her.
“She’s probably dreaming about us,” Lux pointed out
from the doorway. He was naked, since he never slept with
clothing and I shook my head at him.
Megan still hadn’t shaken the dream. She wasn’t fully
with us, her eyes fixed on some far away point, her heart
racing, as she sucked in breaths like she’d run through the
forest with Gaine after her.
 After a long moment, her eyes focused on me and she
jerked away. Scrambling out of my lap, she scooted to the
headboard, pulling her knees to her chest and hugging
them.
“What are you doing here?” Her eyes flashed to Gaine,
standing by the bed and then Lux, naked at the door and
her face paled even more. “No,” she whimpered.
“Lux, get some fucking clothes on,” Gaine snarled and
Lux huffed out a snarky reply under his breath.
He spun around and disappeared, but Megan still
seemed anxious.
“Look, we heard screaming and came to make sure you
were alright,” I said, lifting my hands in a hopefully calming
gesture. “Lux sleeps in the nude, he wasn’t planning to jump
you.”
“Why would I believe that?” Her voice was small and
scared and it made something inside me twinge.
Forcing the unfamiliar feeling away, I looked at the girl
in front of me seriously. “We aren’t touching you. If we were
going to rape you . . .” I left off the word ‘again’ “. . . you
know we could easily do it. That’s not why we’re here.”
“It sounded like you were being attacked,” Gaine
pointed out. “But it was just a nightmare. Think you can get
some actual sleep now?”
“No,” she whispered, hugging her knees closer.
“Well, I’m going to. Try not to wake us up again,” he
said grumpily, leaving the room.
“We’re all tired,” I told her. “Don’t take it personally.”
She snorted. “Right, none of this is personal.”
We sat in silence for a while. She still looked scared and
I wasn’t sure if it was my presence or the lingering dream
that had her feeling so on edge.
“When I was a kid, my mom used to have me tell her
my nightmares,” I said. “She told me it was the best way to
exorcise our demons.”
 “I’m not telling you my dreams.” She stared at her
knees, pointedly avoiding my gaze.
“Okay.” I got up awkwardly and headed for the door.
Then paused. I had to know if Lux was right. “Were you
dreaming . . . about us?”
Her eyes lifted to mine and she looked at me for a long
moment, as if deciding what to tell me. Then she spoke.
“No.”

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After the nightmare, I didn’t sleep again. Jude left the

light on when shut the door behind him and I was grateful
for it. The darkness was too dangerous for me right now.
For a brief moment, it had been comforting to be held
by Jude. His firm body under my own had made me feel
safe, until I realized who was holding me. A monster, nearly
as bad as the one in my nightmare.
Morning took a long time to come and I tried once to
leave the room, but they’d locked my door. Stuck with
nothing to do in the blank slate of a room, I made the bed
neatly, fluffed the pillows and played with the blinds until
the stark night outside frightened me enough to pull the
blinds down and draw the curtains.
By the time Lux unlocked the door in the morning, I
was irritable and had to pee badly. No sooner did I hear the
lock turn than I was rushing out the door and to the
bathroom. Lux chuckled behind me, but didn’t follow,
fortunately.
When I finally emerged, feeling semi-human again,
though my aches and pains were still in full throttle, Lux was
waiting in the hallway. The gleam in his eyes scared me.
“What do you want?” I asked nervously, sidling by him
to get to the bedroom again.
 “What I want and what I get are two very different
things,” he said, twirling a small dagger around his fingers.
“I want to keep you. I want to sink my cock deep into your
flesh again and feel you tighten around me. I want to make
you cum on my tongue again.”
My cheeks heated at that unwelcome memory. Lux
regarded me with the studied curiosity of a scientist, almost
like he was memorizing my response.
“Did you enjoy any part of it?” he asked suddenly.
“What? My rape? No!”
He hummed in response and watched me creep back
into my room.
I shut the door and stared at the handle. What kind of
door only had a lock on the outside? This room was
obviously meant for keeping people in. Which begged the
question . . . how many times had they done this before?
There was the chair. I could wedge it under the door. I
was about to do just that when my stomach let out a rumble
that was more of a roar. In just a day, it had already decided
that food was important again.
The nausea was mostly gone, though I definitely was
dealing with cramps, probably from the morning after pill I’d
taken. Grateful that I wouldn’t have to deal with a baby, I
sat on the bed, trying to garner the courage to go
downstairs. I could smell coffee and something spicy, like
cinnamon.
No one came to get me and after a few minutes, I
could hear the clink of silverware downstairs. They were
eating without me.
My hunger took over and I crept from the room and
scurried downstairs. A longing glance at the front door made
me wonder if now would be the right time to get away . . .
but what Jude had said yesterday was true. I was in the
middle of nowhere, with no shoes or resources.
Instead, I turned and trudged into the dining room
where my captors sat, talking and eating. They shut up
when I walked in and I almost turned around and left again.
Lux was the one who bounced to his feet, energetic as
always. “Little mouse, come sit. Miles!”
Miles appeared instantly, another plate in his hands. It
was piled high with bacon and scrambled eggs, but what
caught my eye was the giant cinnamon roll on the side,
dripping with frosting.
It was enough to send me forward and into a chair
across from Gaine, who sat near the end of the table. A
moment later, Miles put the food in front of me and
presented me with a steaming mug of coffee.
“Thank you, Miles,” I beamed at the man and plunged
into the food.
When I looked up halfway through the sinfully delicious
cinnamon roll, all eyes were on me. Miles was smiled
proudly from the kitchen doorway. Gaines was studying me
like I was some kind of exotic creature, his brow slightly
furrowed. Jude was smirking and Lux was practically glowing
as his eyes fixed on my mouth.
I hurriedly wiped my lips on a napkin. “What?”
“You really enjoy cinnamon buns, huh?” Jude smirked
again.
“It’s the best one I’ve ever eaten,” I told him. I wasn’t
lying. The richness of the fluffy layers, mixed with sweet
cinnamon butter and then drizzled with cream cheese icing .
. . it was pretty much the perfect food.
“Thank you, miss.” Miles said quietly from the doorway.
I gaped at him. “You made these? They’re incredible.”
He nodded and I went back to devouring the one in my
hand. A moan escaped.
Gaine cleared his throat, dabbed his face neatly with
his napkin and got up. “I need to go back to the club today.
Jude, Fox requested your presence, so that means Lux gets
to babysit.”
Lux’s eyes widened as he licked his lips. I shuddered at
the thoughts I could practically see running through his
mind.
“No touching. Unless she runs.” Gaine said firmly,
casting a sidelong look at me. “I wouldn’t recommend trying
that trick from yesterday. Lux is dying to have another go at
you.”
“You said no one would hurt me,” I pointed out, the
food in my stomach suddenly turning sour.
“He won’t . . . as long as you stay put.” Gaine’s lips
tipped slightly upward. Then he walked out of the room,
followed by Jude.
Left alone with Lux, I finished eating my cinnamon bun
and licked the icing off my fingers.
Lux groaned and when I looked up, he was watching
me with blazing eyes. “That was real sexy, little mouse. I’m
tempted to get you more icing and drizzle it over my body .
. .”
“Ew.” I quickly wiped my fingers on my napkin and got
up.
Lux rose to his feet. “Tempted? Miles has more, I’m
sure.”
“Not even slightly. Stay away from me.”
His feral smile grew and he prowled along the edge of
the table, making me nervous. In his fingers, he spun a
small blade and it occurred to me that he was trying to
make me nervous so I’d run.
Instead, I walked as calmly as I could up the stairs and
grabbed more clothes, then ducked into the bathroom. I
showered rapidly, not trusting Lux to stay out, even with the
lock engaged.
When I was clean and dressed in leggings and a long
gray t-shirt, I left the bathroom and headed straight for my
room. Grateful Lux wasn’t in the hallway, I ducked quickly
inside and shut the door quickly.
He wasn’t in the hall because he was sprawled on my
bed, shirtless and scrolling through photos on his phone.
 It took me a moment to register the fact that the
tattooed body on my bed belonged to Lux. Sure, I’d seen
him naked before, but none of those times had been ideal
for me to pay attention to his body. Now I stood pressed
against the door, staring.
He was absolutely covered in tats. They stopped where
the neckline of a shirt would be, but ran right down into his
pants. I’d noticed the arms before, since one had a single
vine wrapping around it and the other was full of black
patterns. There was no color in any of his ink. It was all plain
black, which contrasted well with his bronze-colored skin.
“Aren’t you going to come over here?” he inquired,
looking up from the phone. He was on his stomach, his legs
kicked up in the air like some kind of pinup model.
“Not while you’re there,” I said.
“Gaine said I wouldn’t touch you, didn’t he?” Lux rolled
over onto his back and patted the bed beside him. “I don’t
bite. Well, I do, but not right now.” He hesitated a moment,
obviously thinking before saying, “I’ll warn you before I
bite.”
“Thanks?” I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t move from
my spot against the door. Of all the men, Lux felt like the
most unpredictable.
“You have two weeks left to kick around here, so you
should get comfortable,” Lux advised me.
“You try getting comfortable in your kidnappers’
house.”
“Been there, done that.” He shrugged and swiped
through his phone some more.
After a few minutes, I moved to the chair and sat down,
folding up my few clothes and setting things in order. When
I’d finished, there was nothing left to do, so I just curled up
on the chair and watched the man on my bed. He appeared
to be looking at Instagram, though I couldn’t be certain.
“You could run,” he said after a while. “I’m up for a
chase.”
 “You just want me to break the rules so you have
permission to do things to me.”
“True,” he admitted, his brown eyes finding mine. “I
really enjoyed you the other night. I could make you cum
again? That part was fun, right?”
“Against my will? No. It wasn’t fun. It was humiliating
and horrible.”
He looked puzzled and sat up, dangling jean clad legs
over the edge of the bed. “Cumming was horrible? I thought
I did a good job.”

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This girl was insane. I knew I’d made her cum, I felt the
gush of juices from her soaking pussy, felt her clench
against me. There was no way she could deny that and I
was pretty sure no one in the history of man could really say
an orgasm was horrible. In fact, I prided myself on giving
really good head.
Her denial of any enjoyment made me even more
eager to taste her again and to make her change her mind.
Fucking Gaine, always setting rules and limits.
She was curled up in the chair, not looking like she had
any intention to run. I sighed. This was getting boring. There
was a perfectly good pussy just sitting there and I was hard
as a fucking rock.
“What are you doing?” she gasped suddenly.
“Relieving some stress. You should try it.” I released my
hard prick from the confines of my jeans and gave it a
gentle stroke. It twitched, wanting that pussy as much as I
did.
“You can’t, you . . . Gaine said . .” she stumbled over
her words. Crimson was creeping up her cheeks as she
stared at me. She’d straightened in the chair, grabbing the
arms as if they’d stop her from seeing what she was staring
straight at.
 “Gaine said no touching you. Not me. My body, my
choice,” I told her firmly.
Her eyes widened when I wrapped my fingers tighter
around my member and started sliding it up and down my
length. I could swear I was getting even harder as she
watched, her eyes never leaving my hand.
“You could help,” I suggested, swiping my thumb over
the tip of my drooling cock, imagining it was her tongue.
“Never,” she spat at me. But she didn’t leave.
“If you were a virgin, did you ever see a hard cock
before?” I asked, the thought of being the first, along with
my brothers, of course, sending a thrill through me.
“Of course. Porn is easy enough to find, you know,” she
snapped.
“Ah, what kind of porn?” My hand moved faster and I
watched her through half-closed lids. “Are you kinky, little
mouse?”
Her face was bright red now and I knew I’d landed on
something. “What is it? You can tell me. I mean, you got a
glimpse of what I like the other night.”
“Knives? That’s not a normal kink,” she said, horrified.
The sound of her voice made my cock twitch again and
I closed my eyes, wishing she was the one gripping my hard
meat and stroking it up and down.
“Blood makes great lube,” I managed to get out before
I erupted.
Megan gasped. She apparently hadn’t noticed how
hard I could cum when we were in the middle of taking
advantage of her body. Unlike most men, my seed didn’t
dribble or even shoot an inch from my body. No, I was a
power shooter. I watched in satisfaction as the first pulse
arced through the air to land near the chair.
The next hit her leg and she pulled her feet back up
into the chair, looking horrified. The next few squirts were
less powerful and the final one ended up on my jeans.
 Feeling somewhat sated, though I doubted I would ever
truly be whole again until I was deep in that trembling
pussy, I stood up and headed to the bathroom in my room
to clean up.
Maybe Gaine wouldn’t let me fuck her again, but I
could still make jerking off all about her. To my surprise, she
hadn’t freaked out or left the room. In fact, she may have
even enjoyed it.
As I stepped into the shower, I decided that this
wouldn’t be the last time I would rub one out with that
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Watching Lux wrap his fingers around his stiff dick

hadn’t shocked me as much as it should have. As I watched
him stroke himself, his brown eyes never leaving mine, a
flush ran through my body.
And when he came? Pumping his seed in jets that
arched across the space between us? It made my thighs
clench involuntarily and I sucked in a breath. I had no idea
men could do that.
When he was done, Lux grinned at me and left the
room. A minute later, I heard the shower running and knew I
was alone.
The vision of that dark head buried between my legs
rose unbidden as I got some toilet paper and wiped up the
mess he’d made on my jeans and the floor. The heat that
flamed between my legs made me feel dirty.
“He raped you!” I scolded myself. It was ridiculous to
be turned on by watching his strong hands bringing himself
to the peak of pleasure. Worse yet, I almost wanted to take
him up on his offer to give me another orgasm.
Shaking the confusing thoughts from my head, I shut
the door and sank onto the bed in the same spot Lux had
sat. It was time to come up with a plan.
 Despite trying to work on a solid plan for escape, I
couldn’t focus. My nether regions were super sensitive and I
kept tightening my thighs to add pressure, but it wasn’t
enough.
Finally, listening to hear that Lux was still in the
bathroom, I grabbed a pillow and folded it over, flipping
onto my stomach. Using the pillow to apply pressure, I
ground my clit into it. The pleasure was instant. There was
no need to build up . . . my body was already on fire and it
took only seconds for the first orgasm to roll over me,
slicking my center and making my clit throb in pleasure.
The next orgasm was a little slower to build, but still
thudded through me before Lux turned off the water. I put
the pillow back in place and lay on my back, eyes closed.
Thanks to rolling the two orgasms out fast, my mind hadn’t
really focused on anything in particular, aside from the
feeling between my legs, but now the guilt rushed in. The
only reason I’d done anything was because of watching Lux.
That had to make me just as fucked in the head as any of
them.
I didn’t do much of anything until that evening, when
the other guys got home. The sound of bikes outside
coincided with the smell of something lemony and
wonderful downstairs, so I headed down in hopes of finding
dinner ready.
Gaine strode into house as I made it to the bottom of
the stairs. He was dressed in dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and
a black leather vest that he peeled off as he passed the
living room.
“You stayed put today, I assume?” His dark eyes raked
up and down my body. “Still in one piece, at least.”
“She was too good,” Lux pouted from his seat in the
living room.
“Get your food and go to your room,” Gaine said to me
abruptly. He turned to Lux. “We’ve got company.”
 Lux grinned and bounced to his feet. “Oh goody, I do
love company!”
Turning back to Gaine, I opened my mouth to ask why I
had to disappear, but his glare made me think twice about
it. Instead, I trudged into the kitchen where Miles handed
me a plate with two chicken breasts drizzled in creamy
lemon sauce with roasted potatoes and asparagus on the
side.
“When I get out of here, I want you to come with me,” I
told him. The older man chuckled and handed me another
one of those delectable cinnamon buns from breakfast
before I headed back upstairs.
My room was getting extremely boring. There was
nothing to do but stare out the window and think.
By the time I’d finished my dinner, I could hear
silverware clinking downstairs. My window overlooked the
back of the house, so I couldn’t even see how many people
had shown up.
After an hour, I decided to go to the bathroom and see
if there was anything interesting to overhear.
While the bathroom was closer to the stairs, there
wasn’t anything distinguishable. Men’s laughter and deep
voices were muffled by the twists and turns in the house.
So, I did the next logical thing, I crept to the head of the
stairs and leaned over the railing.
The group was still in the dining room and from here, it
was easier to hear what was being said.
“Fox wants that place cleared out by the weekend,”
Gaine was saying. “The three of us could handle it, but we
have a situation here.”
“No problem,” a strange voice with a slight southern
accent spoke. “What do you need then?”
“A babysitter,” Gaine said.
I frowned.
“Wait, you want someone here?” the accented man
laughed. “That little vixen got you guys all tied up by the
balls or what? Toss her in the dungeon.”
“That’s what I suggested!” Lux said loud and clear.
I shuddered at the thought of an actual dungeon. Were
they talking about something here? I hadn’t seen anything
resembling a dungeon, but I also hadn’t exactly explored in
depth.
“Look, it will take us two days to get there, clear it out,
and get back,” Gaine said. “All you need to do is make sure
she doesn’t run off.”
“You know we’re good for it,” the accented guy said.
“But, man, you’re getting soft in your old age.”
“She hasn’t done anything to deserve the dungeon,”
Gaine said firmly. “This was all an innocent mistake.”
I nearly snorted at that.
It was that moment that Jude chose to come in from
outside. Apparently, he wasn’t in the dining room with
everyone else. Freezing, I stared at him and he stood in the
foyer, his blue eyes fixed on me, an exasperated look on his
face.
“I believe you were told to go to your room,” he said in
a low voice, one that wouldn’t carry to the dining room.
Without another word, I got up and headed back to my
boring space. A glance back saw him beckon to the open
door behind him and two women, both blond and scantily
dressed, came in.
Leaving my dishes in the bathroom sink, so they
wouldn’t smell up my room, I changed into my pajamas and
sprawled on the bed, utterly bored. Moments like these, I
missed my phone, but I was pretty sure the men wouldn’t
have let me have it even if mine wasn’t taken from me
months ago, back when I thought I still had a home.
Home. That was a word that would have to disappear
from my vocabulary. There was no going back, not after
what had happened. I wiped away a tear that trickled from
my eye and mentally berated myself for being weak. This
was no time to think about the past. I had to keep moving
forward.
A bike roared away outside and there were female
giggles coming up the stairs. Lux was chortling over
something and I heard one of the women gasp outside my
room as they passed it.
“Oh, my god, you’re so big!”
She must be talking about Gaine, though I wasn’t
entirely sure he was that big, or just felt that way. Maybe the
first dick always felt big. I didn’t have much to compare it
to, but I’d definitely noticed that Jude and Lux were smaller
than Gaine.
The group went into the playroom. I couldn’t make out
the words when they spoke normally, but it wasn’t long
before I heard screams and yelps and Lux yelling, “Take it,
baby!”
Disgusting. They’d raped me not even three days ago
and now they were banging other women in there. It was
enough to make me vomit. At least these women seemed
okay with the act.
The playroom door opened and the sound of slaps
could be heard. I buried my face in the pillow that had
helped me out earlier.
There was a light tap at the door and then it opened.
Lux stood there, in all his naked glory, illuminated by
the light behind him in the hallway.
“Want to join in? I wouldn’t mind another go at that
sweet pussy of yours.”
“Fuck off, asshole!”
He sighed heavily. “Damn, I thought this afternoon
might have changed your mind.”
Then he was gone, though he deliberately left the
bedroom door open. I could hear everything.

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The blond woman under me was squealing and

writhing against me and it was fucking pissing me off. To my
left, Lux was ramming his cock down the other woman’s
throat, but Jude just sat moodily on the bed, staring into
space. Bastard was pussy whipped, I could see it.
Thing is, I didn’t feel too differently. My cock was hard,
sure, but sliding it in and out of this pussy under me was
just not enough. I wanted a specific pussy. One that was
definitely off limits forever.
Angrily, I slammed into the woman below me and she
grunted and squeaked in fake pleasure. It was obvious she
was just doing her job.
Lux yelped as he shot his load down the other girl’s
throat, then he pulled her by the hair and threw her at Jude.
Jude wasn’t even undressed, but when Lux eagerly
handed him his favorite flogger, he stood up and flipped the
woman over so she was bent over the bed.
Clamping a hand over the mouth of the woman below
me, to stop her fake moans, I watched as Jude brought his
flogger down across the woman’s pale back, leaving red in
its wake. He dragged the flogger up her back and then
slapped her ass with an open hand, surprising the woman
and making her jump.
The sight turned me on more and finally Jude yanked
the woman up and spun her around, laying his flogger
across her breasts. She glared at him, obviously not as into
pain as she’d pretended.
“Get my cock out.” He slapped her breast and stood
there, looking angry.
I thrust slowly into the hot pussy under me. There was
something missing tonight. It wasn’t just the bloodlust that
normally caused us to call in a girl, it was the fact that the
pussy we all wanted was just down the hall.
Closing my eyes, I conjured up the image of Megan
laying on the bed with her wrists cuffed. She’d stared at me
with those gray eyes, so open and frightened and it sent a
shiver through me.
Remembering how it felt to plunge into her soft body,
taking her virginity, even if I hadn’t realized it at the
moment . . . my body tensed and I felt my balls tighten as I
exploded into the body my cock was currently stuck in.
As I pulled out, the woman sighed and sat up. “I
thought you’d never cum,” she muttered.
I leveled her with a dark look. “How long I take is none
of your concern. You’re here to do a job and that’s to take
my load wherever I want it, no matter how long I take.
Maybe if your pussy was better, I wouldn’t have to conjure
up someone else.”
She glared at me and jumped up, grabbing her clothes
and heading to the bathroom down the hall.
Jude was thrusting into the woman he was flogging, but
his eyes were closed, too and I would bet anything his mind
was recalling a certain dark-haired woman. When he finally
shuddered out his release, he pulled out and turned his back
on the club girl sprawled on the bed.
“Get Miles to take them back,” I ordered and Jude
nodded, walking out of the room naked.
 I headed to my room, not bothering to say goodbye to
the half-decent whores that had just spent the past two
hours trying to please us.
It was too late by the time I realized Megan’s door was
open and I was standing in front of it, stark naked.
She stared at me from the bed and without a conscious
thought, I turned and walked into the room. She couldn’t
see much anyway, not in the dark, but her eyes glinted from
the hallway light.
“What are you doing?” she asked, sitting very still in
the bed.
“Looked like you were watching. And listening.”
“I didn’t see anything, except a lot of naked bodies
walking by my door,” she snapped.
“Like what you saw?”
“No.” Her voice came out too fast, like she’d rehearsed
it.
“Got something to say?” I asked, hearing the tone of
her voice. She was upset, but it wasn’t about us being
naked.
Silence fell between us for a long time and then she
said, “Why would you do that to those women with me
here? I can hear everything!”
I shrugged. “We have needs. This is how we sate them.
The night you came, we were extra needy and you saw the
best of us.”
“Worst of you,” she muttered.
“Look, we made a mistake. We apologized and now,
we’re moving on. What’s done is done,” I told her. “You have
a week and a half before we drop you somewhere, so start
thinking about where you want to go.”
Spinning on my heel, I left the room, shutting the door
and locking it before I left. We would be sleeping hard
tonight, I was sure and there was no need to make it easy
for her to escape.
 In the shower, I washed the blonde off me and found
myself hardening again as I thought of the soft body of the
woman in the next room.
It was pointless to keep thinking about her. She would
be gone soon and I would never see her again. The thought
made me shudder, but rather than dwell on that, my mind
turned to the job we had coming up. It was going to be big,
with at least six targets to take out. The last thing we
needed was to be distracted by pussy. That was the main
reason I’d had the agency send the girls over tonight, so we
wouldn’t be thinking about Megan. That plan had backfired.
I toweled off and headed to bed, angry with the girl in
the next room for her distracting presence.

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The next two days, the men were preoccupied. I was

banished to my room while they held meetings in the dining
room. To my relief, they didn’t have any more women over,
but despite barely seeing them, their presence oozed from
every surface in the house.
I was going stir-crazy. The room I found myself in was
becoming cramped and anxiety inducing. Jude or Miles
brought me my meals and I only ever left the room to use
the bathroom. It was getting old. Another week and a bit of
this was going to be the death of me.
“Megan, come with me,” Jude ordered from the
doorway of my room.
I looked up, startled, from my stretching pose on the
floor. How long had he been standing there?
Scrambling to my feet, I followed the tall man
downstairs to the living room. The other men were there, as
was a broad redheaded man with a thick beard. He eyed me
suspiciously.
“This is the chick you want me to babysit?”
“Megan, Clout, Clout, Megan.” Gaine said shortly. “He’s
going to keep an eye on you while we’re working on a job.
Don’t think about taking off, he’s a trusted man at the club
and he won’t let you go.”
“Right, I got it. You’re all very dangerous and I risk my
life every time I leave,” I muttered.
Gaine stared at me with a dark look. “You got
something to say, baby girl?”
“No,” I replied sullenly.
Gaine strode over to where I stood and gripped my chin
firmly. He tilted my face up to look at him and stared down
at me, his eyes black as night.
“I know you’re not happy about this, but we have done
nothing but treat you with respect while you’ve been here,”
he said, his voice cold. “The least you could do is do the
same for us.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were also being kept
in a stupid ass room with absolutely nothing to do but
think.”
His fingers tightened on my jaw and I saw a muscle
twitch in his cheek. “Baby girl, I’m this close to turning you
over my knee.”
“Been there, done that,” I spat. The fear I’d had of
them was gone, tempered by days of boredom and anxiety.
“You’ll have to do better.”
Gaine abruptly let go of me and I stumbled back. His
eyes flicked over to Clout. “Watch her.”
Then they were gone, Leaving me alone with this red-
haired monster of a man.
“I’m not staying in my room.” I told him.
He shrugged and reached for a remote on the table in
front of him. “Wanna watch TV?”

Clout was a lot better than any of the others. He was

laid back, relaxed, and seemed perfectly content to watch
Supernatural all day long. Miles plied us with delicious food
and plenty of hot coffee as we sat on the sofas and
watched.
 I felt more human than I had in days. By the time I
headed up to shower and change that night, my bad mood
had mostly dissipated.
He made sure to lock my door that night, though, just
like I’m sure Gaine told him. It was annoying, but I had no
plans to run at this point anyway. No one had come for me. I
only had a week left and I’d be out of here and have enough
money to go far, far away, if all went well.
The next day was more of the same. Clout had no
issues with me being in the living room and we watched the
show for a while before he switched over to the news for a
bit.
“Just gotta check something,” he said.
I got up and grabbed popcorn that Miles had made for
us and brought back a beer for each of us. Just as I returned
to the living room, a shot of a house showed up on the
screen, with crime tape all around it.
“Authorities say the scene was a massacre. It appears
that a drug deal went wrong, with both parties opening fire
and leaving behind no survivors,” the newscaster said, her
expression grim. “In total, eight gang members were shot
and killed in what appears to have been a very volatile
situation.”
“Atta boys,” Clout chuckled, flipping back to the show.
“Atta boys?” I wondered allowed. “Did . . . did Gaine,
Jude, and Lux do that?” My voice rose as I listed their
names.
Clout sobered quickly with a worried look at my face. “I
can’t say anything about that, just calm down and eat your
popcorn.”
“Calm down? They’re murderers as well as rapists?” I
stared at him, feeling my hands starting to tremble.
“Shhh, ya didn’t hear it from me, but those boys only
take out the bad guys, okay?” Clout cast a worried look at
the kitchen door. “They don’t go ‘round killin’ innocents.
Don’t worry.”
 “Don’t worry? I’m stuck in a house with three hitmen.” I
shook my head. “How the hell did this happen?”
“I hear it was all a misunderstandin’,” he said with a
nod. It nearly made me laugh.
“My life is a fucking joke,” I muttered, downing half my
beer in one go.
We spent the rest of the day watching TV and
studiously avoiding the topic of the hitmen I was living with.
Clout seemed sorry he’d alerted me to the reality of who
they were, but in the end, it didn’t really matter. I already
knew they were bad people.
Finally, Miles left to go home and I yawned. “I’m going
to go have a shower. I’ll see you tomorrow. Are the guys
coming back then?”
“Guess so,” was all Clout said. “Sleep tight.”
When I peeled off my underwear and saw blood, my
first reaction was to curse my body for having a period now.
Then I realized what it actually meant and could have
cheered, I was so happy.
“No baby here!” I hissed at the mirror. The next issue
was that Miles was already gone and I had nothing in the
way of hygiene products.
After a quick shower, I rolled up toilet paper to make a
makeshift pad and considered my options. Waiting until
Miles got back in the morning didn’t seem like a terribly
great option, so that meant confiding in Clout.
Feeling ashamed, I shuffled down the hall to the room
Clout was in and knocked on the door.
“Yeah?” The huge man opened the door and peered
down at me.
“Um, my period just started and I don’t have anything .
. . you know.”
He looked puzzled for a moment and then he burst out
laughing. “Those boys kept a female up in here without
getting supplies? Idiots. Grab a jacket, I’ll take ya to the
store.”
 Relieved that he wasn’t grossed out, I grabbed the only
sweater I had and shoved a couple of bills into my pocket
before shoving on my now dry shoes and following him
outside.
“Hope ya don’t mind riding bitch.” Clout jammed a
helmet onto my head and buckled it up.
“Wait, we’re going on your bike?”
“Do ya see a car around here?” He winked at me and
grabbed his bike, swinging a leg over. “Hop on.”
A minute later, we were roaring down the dark road,
wind whipping my hair around and chilling my body where it
wasn’t pressed against Clout’s broad back. Despite the
terror of flying along with literally no protection aside from
what felt like a barely there helmet, it was almost enjoyable.
At the store, a small supermarket in the center of a
little town that I didn’t recognize, I found what I needed and
hurried to pay. Clout ambled up after me and dumped an
armload of chocolates, chips and assorted snacks on the
counter.
“I have five sisters, I know all about the necessary
supplies,” he told me. Then he proceeded to pay for my
pads, too.
The ride back was more enjoyable, now that I had what
I needed and had ducked into the ladies’ room before
jumping back on the bike. Not only that, but I’d survived the
trip to the store, so I figured I’d probably survive going back,
too.
We arrived back at the house and Clout pulled up to
the garage, then paused, sniffing the air.
“Ya smell smoke?” he asked, looking around.
“Yeah,” I slid off the bike and he turned off the motor,
looking suspicious. The odd smell infiltrated my nose. It
wasn’t just smoke, there was something else, like gasoline.
“Clout, maybe we should . . .” I didn’t have time to
finish my sentence as the big man walked cautiously toward
the front door. There was a distant pop and then a bang
sent me flying backwards onto the driveway. My head
slammed into the concrete.
The last thing I saw was a fireball erupting out of the
house, then it all went black.

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Everything hurt. And I was ice cold. Forcing my eyes to

crack open, I discovered that it was morning and I was still
lying on the concrete driveway.
Acrid smoke hung in the early morning air and when I
achingly turned my head, I could see the burnt-out shell of
the building we’d nearly been in when it blew up.
Speaking of blowing up, I pushed myself to my feet
shakily, trying not to vomit from the pain in my head. It had
really cracked on the ground.
There was a big lump by the smoking house and my
heart sank. Clout had been closer to the explosion than I
was.
Stumbling toward him, I silently begged him to still be
alive.
“Clout?” My voice came out cracked and hoarse, like I’d
breathed in ash all night. Maybe I had.
“Meg?” he groaned. “You okay? I figured you for dead
when ya didn’t move all night.” His voice was as hoarse as
my own.
“I’m fine,” I assured him. “What about you?”
I was at his side now, looking down at his pale face. His
hair was touched with soot and darkened. His eyes, light
blue, were surrounded by red as he blinked up at me.
“I can’t move,” he told me. “Ya need to call the club.”
“Not 911?”
“No!” he grated out harshly. “The club.”
I crouched beside his motionless body, scanning him
with my eyes. Nothing seemed to be out of place. He looked
fine, apart from laying on the ground on his side.
“I don’t have a phone,” I told him after a moment.
Clout’s eyes had drifted closed and he popped them
open again when I spoke. “Ma pocket.”
I reached into his pants pocket gingerly and found his
phone. It had a fingerprint lock on it.
“Just put my thumb there,” he grunted.
Following his orders, I gently pressed his thumb to the
screen and when the phone unlocked, went to contacts.
“Who do I call?” I scanned a list of unfamiliar names.
There was no Club on the list.
“Call Fox.”
I hit the right name and pressed call, then held the
phone to my ear. My head was pounding so hard I could
barely focus on the man in front of me.
“Clout, what’s up? That bitch take off?” A man’s voice
sounded.
“Uh, Fox?”
There was a hesitation and then “Who’s this? Why do
you have Clout’s phone?”
“I’m with him. He’s badly hurt. I think . . . I don’t know
what happened, but the house blew up last night.
A string of swear words poured out of the phone. When
he finally stopped long enough to ask what happened, I
quickly explained that we’d just come back from the store
when the house exploded.
“Fuck, they must be trying to retaliate. Have you called
Gaine yet?”
“No.”
 “Do that as soon as I hang up. We’re sending help for
Clout now. Just stay with him, alright?”
“I will,” I promised. There was a click and I lowered the
phone to look for Gaine’s name and called him.
“What? That bitch run off again?” His deep voice
rumbled my ear, making me feel warmer despite the words.
“Why does everyone keep saying that?”
“Baby doll, that you? What’s wrong?”
“The house exploded and Clout’s hurt.” I quickly
explained what had happened the night before.
“Call the club, they can get there faster than we can.”
“I already did, they’re coming.”
“Good girl. We’ll be there soon. Stick with Clout.”
Setting the phone down, I sat cross-legged on the hard
ground, too tired and sore to stay in the crouching position.
My head throbbed where it had hit the concrete.
Clout lay very still, his eyes closed. I leaned toward
him, putting a hand in front of his face to check if he was
breathing. He was.
It felt like hours before I heard the roar of motorcycles
in the distance. Unfamiliar men rode up fast and hard,
skidding to a stop near us.
One of the first men there leapt off his bike and hurried
toward us, tossing his helmet down without looking at it. “Is
he still alive?” His bearded face was creased with worry.
“He’s breathing still,” I told him wearily. I’d checked
every few seconds until they’d arrived.
“Get out of the way,” the man ordered and I stumbled
to my feet, nearly collapsing again as a wave of dizziness
swept over me.
“Hey, easy there.” Someone caught me around the
waist and set me back on my feet.
The entire world was spinning and I suddenly felt very
ill. I staggered a few feet away from Clout and the smoking
building and fell to my knees, retching. Nothing came up. It
had been ages since I’d eaten and my body had nothing to
give but the bitter taste of bile.
My head throbbed so much that I closed my eyes and
gripped my temples in an attempt to slow the pounding.
Someone was speaking, but the sound was muffled. Then I
heard a yell and jerked upright, turning toward Clout. Had
something happened?
A car had pulled into the driveway and the man I
assumed was Fox was shouting for something. Another man
raced over with a black bag and pulled out a stethoscope,
though it looked like he had two. He listened to Clout and
then nodded at some of the men.
In no time, they’d lifted Clout, who groaned in pain,
and I saw blood dripping down from his side as they carried
him to the car. The man with the bag jumped in the back
and the car peeled out of the driveway, followed by most of
the bikes, including Fox’s.
There were two men left, talking angrily by the front
steps, the only thing that still looked like the original house.
They started taking pictures with their phones while I sat
there watching them, my vision blurring and clearing as it
pleased.
“Megan!” The voice was familiar and I turned
sluggishly to see Miles running from his car. He was in
sweatpants and a t-shirt and it looked so very odd for him
that I smiled.
“Are you okay?” He crouched in front of me and I
nodded, then cried out at the pain that shot through my
head from the movement.
“I’m okay. Clout’s hurt.”
“You’re not alright.” He looked up at the men by the
house. “Wait one second.”
He hurried over to the men and spoke to them, waving
his hands around and they said something back. Then he
rushed over again and grabbed me under the arms, lifting
me to my feet. “Can you walk?”
 “Maybe?” It hadn’t worked too well before, but with his
help, I stumbled to Miles’ car and slumped into the front
seat with a sigh. “My head hurts.”
“I can see that. I can’t believe those assholes just left
you there.” He pulled the seatbelt over me and clicked it
into place.
The movement of the car as he pulled out made my
stomach roil again, so I shut my eyes tight and focused on
breathing.
I must have fallen asleep again, because I woke to
Miles carrying me into a building.
“Where are we?” I mumbled, feeling like my mouth had
dried up like one of those cracked mud flats.
“We’re at the clubhouse. It’s the only safe place for
you.”
“Is Clout here?”
“Yes.” He strode through a large room and down a
hallway before kicking open a door and putting me on a
bed. “Wait a moment and I’ll get the doctor here to check
you.”
Time was stretching in odd ways. I lay back on the soft
bed and stared at the ceiling and waited. Miles didn’t come
back and no one else came in. I drifted in and out of sleep
for some time before I realized I really had to pee.
There was no bathroom here, but there had to be one
nearby. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I stood and
walked carefully to the door. The hallway outside was
empty, so I turned and went to the large room. There were a
couple of women there, cleaning.
“Um, is there a bathroom?” I asked, croakily.
The two women froze and stared at me for a long
moment before one of them pointed at a door off the room.
“There.”
“Thanks.” I staggered to the door and let myself in. It
wasn’t a proper bathroom like I’d expected, but a public
washroom place, with multiple stalls.
 After relieving bladder, I washed my hands and looked
up at my reflection. And froze.
No wonder the women had stared. I was a mess. Blood
ran across my face, like it had dribbled there while I laid on
my side, and now it had dried. My eyes were bloodshot and
there was soot everywhere. My clothing was streaked with
dirt, ash, and blood and my hair was stiff with dried blood.
I looked like a victim of a hit and run.
“Fuck.”
After a long moment of blinking at myself, I gathered
up the energy to splash water on my face and squirt a bit of
soap on a piece of paper towel. With a bit of scrubbing, my
face was clean, at least. The hair and clothes would have to
wait.
I noticed now that I smelled of smoke, too, overlaid
with the tang of coppery blood. Cupping my hands, I
brought water to my mouth and drank until the rough
sandpapery feel in my throat diminished a bit.
When I returned to the main room, the women were
still there, but now they had a first aid kit.
“Sit down here, we need to get you patched up,” one of
them said. “I’m Sunny and this is Ruby.”
“Really?
“Well, those are our names here, anyway,” Ruby
grinned. “And you are?”
“Eva,” I said, not thinking.
Ruby eyed me worriedly. “What the hell happened to
you?”
“A house exploded,” I told her. “I was with Clout, do you
know if he’s okay?”
Ruby and Sunny exchanged looks then Sunny guided
me to a sofa and made me sit down. My wobbly legs happily
let me sink onto the cushions.
“We heard he was pretty bad off when he came in, but
Crick is working on him.”
“Crick?”
 “He’s our resident doctor.” Sunny started to work her
way through my hair. “Where does it hurt?”
I lightly touched the place where the pain was radiating
from and she sucked in a breath.
“Okay, there’s a lot of blood here, so we’re going to
start with that,” she told me.
Ruby headed off somewhere and returned shortly with
a bowl of warm water. “This would be easier if we had a
shower, but that part of the building is off limits right now.”
They gently adjusted me so I was lying with my head
over the arm of the sofa and then they began to sponge at
the dried blood with the warm water. I was drifting off again
when Ruby gently touched my cheek.
“Don’t fall asleep. I’m not a doctor, but I’m 99% sure
you’ve got a concussion.”
“Okay.” I let her run her fingers gently through my hair.
“Do you want something for the pain? I have some
Tylenol,” Sunny suggested.
When I nodded slightly, she brought me water and a
couple of tablets that I wasn’t sure would touch the pain,
but I downed them anyway.
“I think we have most of the blood out, let’s look at this
cracked head,” Ruby said behind me. She gently parted my
hair and they both looked at my scalp.
“That’s a bad wound. Crick will need to look at it, but
for now, I think we can just put gauze and wrap it.”
They proceeded to do just that, wrapping my head in a
long strip of gauze until I felt like a mummy all wrapped up.
“Thanks,” I said, as Ruby carefully dried my hair with a
towel. “I couldn’t have done that myself.”
“Well, that’s what we’re here for,” Sunny said, patting
my hand. “Once you can get a shower, you’ll feel a lot
better.”
“My whole body hurts,” I admitted.
“What besides your head?”
 I frowned; I wasn’t even sure where the pain was. After
a moment of focusing, I realized that my shoulders and back
were feeling pretty bad, so they had me lean forward so
they could look.
“Yeah, you’re pretty scraped up along your back. You
must have hit pretty hard.” Sunny spread some sort of
lotion over my back and had me lie on my side. “You can
rest in here for now, until Crick comes back.”

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Megan was hurt. Despite the thrill of having just

massacred multiple men, my body was still tense. As soon
as Gaine told me that the house had been bombed and
Megan and Clout were injured, the adrenaline from the kill
had faded. It was replaced with worry and the jittery anxiety
that I hated.
Gaine glared at me from my left. We were riding and
the wind and engines made it impossible to speak, but his
look told me to keep it together.
Lux was ahead of us, his focus on getting home urging
him to accelerate. We were close behind, unwilling to be
delayed for a single moment.
It had to be the Black Crows. They’d crossed us too
many times and they had to know that we’d come for them.
I figured they’d planned this attack before we took out their
leaders. The peons hadn’t received the message that the
kingdom had fallen and they’d continued with the plan. Hell,
they were so stupid, they hadn’t even checked to see if their
targets were there before they blew the joint.
What was worse was the fact that these amateurs had
managed to badly hurt Clout. I wasn’t even sure if Megan
was injured or just scared. Gaine hadn’t gotten much out of
her and Fox had been singularly focused on Clout, for good
reason. Apparently, he’d been impaled by shrapnel from the
house and Crick was having a hard time getting him through
it.
The clubhouse came into sight and I nearly swooned
with relief. We were back.
Pulling the bikes up, we all shut down and swung off
the bikes, heading inside at a fast clip. The entry way was
manned by a newcomer to the club, Mash. He watched us
come up and swung the door open for us.
“Where’s Crick?” I asked, as Lux burst into the
clubhouse, running to find Megan.
Mash looked worried. “He’s in the medic room. Fox is
there, too.”
“Thanks, kid.”
I followed Lux and Gaine through the door and into the
main room. To my surprise, Megan was there, with Sunny
and Ruby, who were sitting with her on one of the sofas. Her
hair was damp and she had a bandage around her head,
plus she was covered in blood and soot.
“Megan!” I strode toward her, nodding at Gaine who
cast a quick glance at the woman on the couch and then
headed for the medic room. He had to check on Clout.
Megan was slow to turn, her movements seemed
sluggish as she blinked her gray eyes at us.
“Jude? Lux?”
“We’re back,” Lux told her, dropping down almost on
top of Ruby so he was right next to Megan.
“Megan?” Ruby looked confused. “I thought your name
was Eva?”
I felt the corner of my mouth curl upward. “You gave
them your real name, didn’t you?”
“I don’t know.” She stared at me for a long minute.
“You killed all those people.”
“We’re not talking about us right now, little mouse,”
Lux said, taking her hands. “What happened?”
 Megan, or Eva, told us what had happened. Her voice
broke when she explained how she’d found Clout barely
moving in the morning and I resisted the urge to gather her
up in my arms and take her away someplace safe.
Somewhere no one would ever hurt or frighten her again.
That was a ridiculous thought since none of us wanted
anything more than to mark her and take her over and over
again.
Shoving those thoughts to the back of my mind, I
watched as Lux pried the details out of her. He was
surprisingly calm now that he was here with her.
Once she’d detailed her injuries and Ruby had
confirmed them, Lux slung an arm over the back of the sofa
and nuzzled her shoulder. I knew he was scenting the smoke
and blood on her. He would find that stimulating.
Eva’s eyes lifted to me and she looked so very tired
and sad. “Do you know what’s going on with Clout?”
“Not yet,” I told her. “Gaine went to see.”
“I need to know he’s okay,” she told me. “We kinda get
along.”
“He’s a good guy,” Sunny told her. “And he’s strong as
an ox, too, so if anyone can pull through, it’s Clout.”
The sound of bikes outside made me look up. The men
were back from scouting and they’d have news about the
house and how things had gone down.
Pulling out my phone, I fired off a text to Gaine to let
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Fox was standing outside the medic room with his arms
crossed when I arrived. Though I’d desperately wanted to
stop and see how Megan was holding up, I knew my guys
would handle her. Fox would need me here.
“What’s happening?” I asked.
“They hit your place. Good thing that bitch of yours
had Clout take her to the store. They would have been
blown to bits inside.”
“And Clout?”
“He’s in bad shape. They were out there all night. Crick
says he has hypothermia, on top of the blood loss. We had
to pull some blood bags for him.”
“Is he going to make it?”
Fox shrugged, his dark brows low over his eyes. “We
just gotta wait and see. Crick said something about internal
bleeding. Guess a lot of shrapnel hit him.”
“And the girl?” I couldn’t resist asking.
“Seriously? She’s the least of our problems right now,”
Fox muttered. “She’s alive. I imagine someone brought her
back from the scene.”
I snorted. I’d called Miles to make sure she got to the
clubhouse. According to him, Fox and the others had all but
abandoned her on the scene, but he hadn’t been too sure
how bad she was.
My phone dinged and I lifted it to see a message from
Jude.
“The scouts are back,” I told Fox. “Want them in here?”
“Yeah, bring them up, they can brief me while we wait
for Crick to finish up here.” Fox glared at the door as if his
anger could force Crick to move faster or work some sort of
magic on our brother.
A minute later, the four scouts stood before us, faces
grim. They hadn’t found much, but it was definitely arson
and there were boot tracks around the back of the house.
They’d followed them to a back road that led through the
woods, but lost them there.
“There were bits of wire burned into the floor in the
kitchen,” Perch told us. “Definitely some kind of bomb, but
we figure there were several if the house blew hard enough
to knock Crank and the girl back. Our guy at the fire station
is checking into it to be sure.”
Nothing to prove who it was, but we were pretty sure it
was the Black Crows. They generally preferred Molotov
cocktails, but they’d had a recent influx in members, so they
were probably recruiting new talent.
“There’s not much we can do right now,” Fox said
wearily. “But once we get through this with Crank, we’re
wiping those fuckers off the planet. There will be no more
Black Crows. You took out the heads, but we obviously need
to do some wiping up.”
“Agreed.” I texted Jude to let him know what was up
and had just hit send when Crick stepped out of the medic
room.
He took a deep breath and tilted his head. I knew that
meant he had bad news to deliver.
“He’s got to go to the hospital.”
“Aren’t they going to ask questions?” I asked. “You’ve
been working on him for hours.”
 “I know a guy.” Crick shook his head. “It’s just too
much. I stopped the bleeding I could, but he needs a full
scan and an OR.”
“Fine.” Fox pulled up his phone and barked orders into
it. In no time, men were carrying Clout out as Crick followed,
instructing them not to jostle him.
By the time we reached the outer door, an ambulance
was waiting to take Clout to the hospital.
“I’ll go with him.” Crick said, jumping into the back of
the ambulance.
He was gone before I realized that he still hadn’t seen
Megan.
Fox called out that there would be Church in an hour
and I headed back inside to find out what was going on with
the woman we’d dragged into this mess.
When I strode into the common room, she was slumped
back on the couch, with Lux on one side of her, his arm
around her shoulders, and Jude sitting stiffly beside him.
Ruby and Sunny were setting up sandwiches and drinks on
the coffee table.
“You good?” I asked Megan.
She looked awful. Her skin was pallid, eyes sunken, and
there was enough gauze to choke a horse wrapped around
her head.
“Where’s Crick? He needs to take a look at her,” Lux
said.
“He just went with Clout to the hospital.” I rubbed a
hand over my face, feeling the scruff growing there. “I just
wanted to check on Megan.”
“Her name is Eva,” Lux informed me with a grin. “She
was holding out on us.”
“Sorry,” she murmured, peering up at me like she was
waiting for a punishment. “It seemed safer.”
“She’s definitely got a concussion. Should we take her
in to the doctor?” Jude asked.
 Ruby looked up at him in surprise, then gave Eva a
gentle smile and held out a glass of iced tea. “Drink this. You
need to get more fluids into you.”
“She’s walking and talking, right?” I asked, my voice
gruff.
“She is,” Jude confirmed.
“Then let the girls keep an eye on her. We have shit to
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Sunny took me back to the room Miles had left me in

and I shuddered when I saw the blood on the pillow. “I’ve
made such a mess.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take this out and you can use
the other pillow. We’re going to be checking on you, so get
some rest.”
She left a glass of water and two more Tylenol on the
bedside table, then turned off the light and let me curl up on
the bed. The men had left after a heated argument that I
hadn’t really paid attention to. The throbbing pain in my
head kept most things at bay.
Sure enough, I’d only been asleep for what felt like a
split second when Ruby gently woke me and made me drink
more water. Then she let me drift back into a restless sleep.
Each time they woke me, I felt a little less
disorientated. Sleep was definitely helping and the sandwich
I’d eaten earlier at Sunny’s insistence had helped too.
Eventually, I wasn’t tired any longer and sat up
gingerly, thinking back over the events of the day before.
How had they found me? And even weirder, why had
they blown the house up without checking that I was inside?
The ghosts of my past were catching up to me and I knew
I’d put everyone in danger.
The door creaked open and Jude peeked into the room.
“Good, you’re up. I have some food for you.”
“I am kind of hungry,” I admitted.
He smiled and turned on the light, coming in and
handing me a plate of roast beef, potatoes and roasted
carrots. It smelled heavenly.
“Is Miles working in the kitchen?” It looked like his food.
“How’d you guess?” Jude winked at me. “Dig in. How’s
your head feeling?”
“It hurts but I’m not seeing double anymore,” I told
him, taking a bite of potato.
“Good. You’ve been out for a good day.”
“A day?” I nearly choked on my food. “What time is it?”
“Six pm.”
Jude sat down next to me on the bed and for once, I
didn’t flinch away from him. My reaction times were slowed,
probably due to the concussion. Instead, I focused on
eating. Once I was finished, though, I had to talk to him.
“I need to leave.”
“We’ve already talked about that.”
“I know, but it’s too dangerous for me to stay here,” I
told him, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t ask why.
“We’ll take care of it, don’t worry. For now, we have to
stay here anyway. The house is gone. There’s plenty of
protection here.”
I took a deep breath. “You don’t understand. It doesn’t
matter how many people are here. I know you guys are
killers, but so are the people who did this.”
“They’re not getting past us,” he said firmly. “The only
reason they did this time is because we weren’t there.”
It was pointless to argue. I dropped my head on my
chest, feeling heavy. This time, Clout had been hurt. Next
time, even more people would be hurt and possibly killed. I
wasn’t sure how they’d found me and how they’d known I
was in that particular house, but it didn’t matter. The fact
was, the ghosts of my past would never leave me alone.
Jude took the plate away and returned a little with a
young man he called Crick.
“He’s going to take a look at your head,” Jude
explained quietly.
While Crick began checking me over, he asked me
questions. How long we’d been outside after the explosion,
did anything else hurt, etc. I told him my back hurt.
“Let’s see.”
“You . . . want me to take my shirt off?” I eyed him
suspiciously. He might be a doctor, but he was in the same
gang as the other guys.
“I need to check you out. It’s my job,” he said curtly. “If
you don’t want me to look, fine, but then I need to get back
to Clout.”
“Just do it, Eva.” Jude leaned against the door, his eyes
glaring at the doctor. “He’s not going to do anything to you.”
Pulling my shirt over my head hurt, but I held it to my
chest, covering my breasts while the doctor looked at my
back, fingers skimming over the scrapes lightly.
“Yeah, you’re scraped up from hitting the ground.
Should be fine as long as it doesn’t get infected,” Crick said.
“I’ll give you some antibiotic cream for it.”
“Thanks.”
I was about to slip the shirt back on, when he suddenly
noticed the curling lines that Lux had cut into my skin.
“What’s this? What happened here?”
My eyes flicked to Jude, who gave me a twisted smile.
“That was Lux,” Jude said.
Crick nodded. “Right. I forgot you guys were with her.”
He leveled his gaze at me. “Do you need a pelvic exam?
Plan B, anything?”
“Already took the pill and things are healing up.” I told
him abruptly.
“Healing?” Jude stood up straight, looking worried.
 “You didn’t think that roughness was easy on my body,
did you?” I snapped.
“Can I check?” Crick looked hesitant. “Jude doesn’t
need to see, but I want to be sure you really are healing.”
“No. I’m fine. It was a bit torn and messed up, but it’s
fine.”
“Okay.” He lifted his hands in surrender. “I’ll send you
some more painkillers and some antibiotic cream for your
back. You can apply it to your vulva, as well.”
He rebandaged my head and left, muttering about how
I should have had stitches.
“He’s a charmer,” I sighed, sinking back onto the bed,
my shirt now firmly in place.
Jude was still standing by the door, his face a mask of
anxiety. “We really hurt you, didn’t we?”
“Not sure why you thought otherwise. You saw the
blood, didn’t you?” I couldn’t keep the bitterness from my
voice. “I always imagined losing my virginity would be
uncomfortable, but I figured it would at least be sexy and
fun. Romantic even.” I snorted. “So much for that idea.”
“I’m really sorry. Are you sure you don’t want Crick to
check?”
I leveled an angry gaze at the man before me. “No. I
never want another man to look at me again. Ever.”
Jude ran a hand through his messy hair, making it even
messier. “I’m sorry.”
“You said that,” I muttered, rolling over. “I’m going
back to sleep, if you don’t mind.”
He left the room, closing the door with a light snick and
then I let the tears slip silently from my eyes.

They left me alone throughout the night, evidently

assured by Crick that I wouldn’t die unexpectedly. Like the
room at the house, there was nothing to do here, but
sleeping seemed to be my body’s main priority anyway.
Maybe I could sleep the rest of the week and a day away.
 When I woke up the next morning though, I knew it was
time to move on. Another nightmare had left me with blood
flooding my mind and it was a struggle to pull myself out of
it. This time, there was no Jude to bring me into the waking
world. Gasping for air, I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my
mind of the screaming and crimson waves. To make life
even better, my period had soaked through the pad and into
the sheets. Feeling embarrassed and frustrated, I beelined
for the bathroom in the main room where I tried my best to
clean up. I desperately needed a shower and a change of
clothes, but my stuff was gone.
Sunny was cleaning the bar in the main room when I
peeked out of the bathroom. Her face lit up when she saw
me. “You’re awake!”
“Is the shower part of the building still off limits?” I
asked her.
“Oh my god, you must be dying for a shower. Come on.
I bet we can find something to fit you here, too.” She
bustled me off through a labyrinth of hallways to a room
that was mostly void of furnishings, except for a bed with a
mattress and rubber sheet. I froze when I saw it, but Sunny
just hurried on in and threw open a door on the opposite
side of the room. “You can shower in here.”
“Thanks.” I forced myself to step past that bed and into
the bathroom.
“I’ll bring you some clothes and leave them on the
bed.”
An hour later, I returned to the main room, finally free
of the smoke smell and dried blood. It had taken a long time
to get it all off me, but I felt refreshed. The clothes Sunny
had left me were not my usual style. A short skirt and a
skimpy halter top that showed off all my assets was not
what I’d hoped for, but at least I was clean.
“Thanks for that, I feel like a new woman,” I grinned at
her. The woman beamed at me and handed me a cup of
coffee.
 “I’m glad. We should have thought of it earlier, but
Crick said to let you sleep.”
“I definitely needed it.” My fingers went to the sore
place on the back of my head. “I guess I’ll heal up alright,
though. Won’t be the first time!”
Sunny gave me a sideways look. “I don’t want to pry or
anything, but Jude said something about an accident. Were
you in an accident when they found you?”
A snort flew out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“No. It was an accident that I found them. A horrible one.”
She frowned. “They’re not bad guys.”
“You keep telling yourself that,” I shook my head. “I
apparently got to see the worst of them.”
Sunny cocked her head to one side. “I grew up in this
club. My daddy was the president for a while. He’s gone
now, but I am still here because I trust these men. I wish
you could see them for who they really are.”
I sipped my coffee, feeling my insides twist. “Trust me,
I’ve seen who they really are and it is not what you think.
They’re monsters.” I choked back a sob. “They did things to
me that I didn’t even know existed.”
Her face morphed into shock and Sunny stared at me.
“Did they . . .”
“Rape me? Yes, they did.” I shuddered. “There’s no way
I would trust a single man here. Except maybe Miles. And
Clout.”
The coffee was bitter as it trickled down my throat. A
throat that was so tight I was surprised anything could get
past the lump there. “I’m sorry, but you need to know who
you’re dealing with.”
Sunny nodded, already composed again. But a moment
later, she shot a death glare over my shoulder and I knew
one of the guys had showed up.
A moment later, Gaine appeared and sank onto a bar
stool. His face looked worn and tired and I resisted asking
what was wrong. It didn’t take long for him to turn to me,
though, his dark eyes sorrowful.
“Clout died.”
The words shot through me like an arrow. One of the
only people I’d met in the past year who was genuinely nice
and he was gone. It was my fault, too. If I hadn’t been here,
the house would never have been targeted.
Sunny sniffled, wiping her eyes. “I really hoped he’d
make it through.”
“Me, too.” Gaine didn’t look at me, he just took the
coffee she offered and threw it back like it wasn’t scalding.
“Funeral’s on Sunday.”
Then he was gone.

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Clout was dead. I hadn’t known him well, but we’d

gotten along and bonded over our mutual like of
Supernatural. And now, because of me, he was dead.
My headache throbbed back to life and I rubbed my
cloth over the counter for the millionth time.
“You okay?” Ruby asked, gently taking the rag out of
my hand.
“Yeah, I just can’t believe Clout is gone.”
“Me, either.” Her face was sad, lips twisted in a sort of
grim look. “I know this job is dangerous, but he wasn’t a
hitman, just a backup.”
I looked at her, confused. “It’s just out there for
everyone to know that they’re hitmen?”
“We know what we’re getting into when we join up
here,” she said with a shrug.
Sunny came in with a giant box of donuts and set it up
on the bar. “Did you hear?”
“Yeah.” Ruby shook her head. “Poor Clout.”
Looking at the two women, I realized that even if
everyone else here deserved to die, which I wasn’t entirely
convinced of, these two did not. Another bomb like the one
in the house and the entire club would be gone.
 It was decided. I had to leave.

By evening, I was back in my drudge of a room. No one

was checking on me at this point, though I suspected there
were guys stationed at the main doors all the time. Good
thing I wasn’t going out the door.
Earlier in the afternoon, I’d given in and asked Sunny if
there were any regular clothes to wear. She smiled and
brought me some jeans that were a bit loose on me and a
baggy t-shirt that I was pretty sure belonged to one of the
men in the club. My hair was pulled into a simple ponytail
and I was ready to leave.
By midnight, things had settled down in the clubhouse
and when I made a last trip to the bathroom, there were
only a couple of men still in the main room, none of them
mine.
Back in the room, I quickly put a chair under the
doorknob to slow them down from getting in and quietly
opened the window. It was a tight squeeze, but I managed
to slip feetfirst out the window and slither down to the
ground. It was an awkward fall that twisted my ankle and I
held back a hiss of pain.
Once the pain faded to a dull throb, I carefully walked
along the side of the building, careful to stay under the
windows. The majority were dark, but a couple were lit up at
the back and I heard some giggles. At the last window, there
was a dim red glow and I heard Lux laughing and a woman
squealing. Who knew what he was doing to her? Pushing
back the urge to peek in the window, I moved around the
corner and waited for a moment.
There was a kid at the back door, but he looked like he
was sound asleep, one arm across his lap, the other hanging
from the chair he sat on.
It didn’t take long to reach the wooden gate at the
back of the clubhouse space and I slipped out it, grateful for
the fact that the hinges must be well-oiled. Free at last.
 The streets here were quiet. It was an industrial area, it
seemed, with factories and warehouses everywhere, so the
traffic at this time of night was nonexistent. That was good
news in some ways, but a definitely downside to trying to
escape the area. I was in for a long night of walking.
Popping a piece of gum into my mouth, I took a deep
breath and started walking. At this point, it didn’t really
matter which direction I went in, as long as it was away. I’d
figure out a destination later, once I had a bit of cash on me,
more than the fifty bucks I’d had in my pocket from the
shop.
Remembering the shopping trip gave me a twinge.
Clout had saved my life by taking me with him, but he’d
paid the ultimate price. My stomach twisted with guilt and I
swore I would never bring anyone else into this mess again.
Not that I’d purposely done it. If the guys hadn’t grabbed
me, I would have been long gone by then.
How had they found me in the first place? I looked
around nervously. My sneakers barely made a sound on the
asphalt, but I imagined someone following me, darting
behind all the buildings on the way. Maybe cameras, but
even that was odd. After all, I’d only been out once in nearly
a week.
Maybe there was a tracker on me somewhere. The
thought made me panic and run my hands over my bare
arms, wondering where they could have put a tracker on
me.
But if I’d been tracked that way, then there was no
doubt the crew would have caught up with me earlier. It was
stressful not knowing what they were up to and how the
man I hated with every fiber of my being had somehow
found me.
My thoughts continued to run rampant as I trudged
along dark streets alongside a gurgling river. When the sun
tinged the sky pink behind me, I heard the rumble of bikes
in the distance. It seemed early for anyone to have realized
I was gone, so I slipped over the low fence by the road and
dropped down to the edge of the river, huddling against the
stone blocks set to keep the road from eroding away.
The bikes roared past without slowing and it was
obvious they were moving fast. I couldn’t detect anything
that would indicate they were searching for me, so I moved
on, walking down on the riverbank this time. It was harder
to get around like this, but it was safer than being up on the
road.
More bikes roared past, also on the way out from the
clubhouse. I’d been walking for nearly eight hours now and
my gum was tasteless and hard in my mouth. I spat it into
the foamy current of the river and kept going.
My stomach rumbled with hunger as I approached a
bridge that led across the river and into a proper city. From
there, I was pretty sure I could get a bus ticket somewhere
and leave this place behind for good.
Climbing back up the embankment was necessary to
cross the bridge and I was anxious the entire way across.
However, once I reached the other side, I finally felt free to
breathe.
There was a bus station just a few blocks over from the
bridge, according to the man at the 7-eleven on the corner. I
headed there immediately, ready to get out of the area as
quickly as possible.
“Where are you headed?” The man behind the counter
was elderly and looked as bored as possible while he sipped
his coffee.
“Which bus is leaving soonest?”
He looked up, eyes narrowed. “You a runaway?”
“I’m 22,” I muttered. “What is the next bus out of
here?”
“That would be the one to Garriton, leaves in ten.”
I paid for the ticket and left the building to find my bus.
When the old man looked back at his paper, I quickly moved
over to the next bus in the lineup and got on, flashing my
ticket quickly so the driver wouldn’t notice it was for a
different place. He didn’t seem to care anyway, not even
looking up as he waved me toward the back.
Taking a seat in the back of the bus, I slid down in my
seat so I could just barely peek over the edge of the window.
If anyone was coming after me, they would likely be here
soon.
The bus left on time and drowsiness took over. My bus
slowly filled up with a handful more people before we left.
Just as the driver pulled out of the station, I saw three bikes
roar into the station and Gaine jumped off his bike, heading
into the station. A moment later, he rushed out, looking
angry and barked something to the others. They headed off
in the opposite direction, much to my relief.
Now to stay ahead of the people who wanted me dead.
That might be easier said than done, if they’d found me in
the middle of nowhere, when I was basically kept prisoner
inside a house. Shuddering at how they could have known, I
let myself slip into a fitful sleep until I reached my
destination, wherever that was.

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“She’s gone,” Ruby looked at Gaine and me sitting on

the sofa. “I went to give her coffee, but the door was
blocked with a chair and when we got in, well, she’s not in
there.”
Gaine growled and I bounced to my feet, my stomach
already churning. We couldn’t have lost her.
“Check the guards,” Gaine snapped at me and he
strode away, phone to his ear.
I headed straight for the back door. There’s no way she
would have left out the front. The kid watching that door
said no one had gone out all night, but I could see footprints
in the dewy grass. They led around the corner to Eva’s
window. She’d snuck out like a wayward teenager.
Shaking my head, I sent off a text to Gaine and hurried
around front to grab my bike. The others were out in
minutes, leaping onto their bikes, too and we took off in the
direction she’d head in coming out the rear gate.
After a couple rounds of the neighborhood, Gaine
waved for us to pull over.
“She’s either laying low or she got out of the area
already,” Gaine said in an irritated voice.
“She’ll be at the bus station,” I told him.
“Lux, how do you know that? She could be anywhere at
this point. We don’t even know when she left.” Jude rubbed
his jaw, scanning the area as if our girl would just pop up.
“Because that’s what she would do,” I insisted.
I knew Eva wouldn’t stick around. She’d be aiming to
get as far away as possible. We already knew she was
running from something and she’d had a car back then to
escape. If she was on the run again, it made sense that she
would take the fastest way out . . . and I was betting she
wouldn’t steal a car.
“Fine, we’ll check the bus station.” Gaine kicked off,
roaring down the road to the nearest bus station.
It was a bit of a drive and I hated to think of Eva
walking all that way. She still wasn’t feeling great from the
explosion, I’d seen her taking the painkillers and knew she
had to be hurting still.
There was no sign of our girl when we reached the bus
station, but Gaine headed inside. A minute later, he stormed
out.
“She took the bus to Garriton, we’re already behind.”
“We can catch up,” Jude said determinedly. “Let’s go.”
“Why?” Gaine shook his head. “What if we just let her
go? She’s not going to the cops if she got straight on a bus.”
“Because she’s ours,” I pointed out.
Gaine sighed. “Lux, for the last time, she’s not ours.
You can’t own a person.”
“She is,” I repeated stubbornly. “And she didn’t go to
Garriton.”
“I’m going after her,” Jude muttered, revving up his
bike. He peeled out of the bus station and we followed.
As we drove toward Garriton, I glanced back. She was
still here. I could feel it. But my brothers weren’t going to
listen to me.
Gaine wouldn’t even admit she was ours and that
meant he wasn’t really going to try to get her back.
Growling to myself, I twisted the bike around and raced back
toward the bus station. She wasn’t going to get away from
me.
 The other bus that had been pulling out as we left was
already on the road and my gut told me to follow it. I didn’t
care that the others hadn’t come back with me. It didn’t
matter. All that mattered was the woman I knew was on this
bus. Wherever she was headed, I’d be right behind her,
making sure she was safe.
Settling into the rhythm of the road, I stayed a
length behind the bus, content to wait and see where it
ended up before I did anything about my little runaway.

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The bus rumbled on and on through the day, not

stopping for anything. I had caught up on my sleep and was
now bored, staring out the window at the cornfields that
seemed particularly prevalent in this area. The sun was
already setting by the time we pulled into a bus station in
some city. I stepped off the bus after everyone else had
disembarked and yawned, looking around.
Where was I going to sleep tonight? I had no idea. The
money left in my pocket wasn’t enough to get a hotel room.
Just as I decided to find an all-night diner and spend
my night drinking coffee while I decided what to do next, I
turned and saw a familiar face. Lux was leaning against a
streetlight, watching me.
“How the fuck did you find me?” I glared at him. All the
precautions I’d taken and he was still here. “Where are the
others?”
“They didn’t believe my gut instinct.” He shrugged and
then grinned at me. “Glad I did. Come on, little mouse, let’s
get some food into you.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you. I left for a reason.”
“You still need to eat.”
 My stomach growled, as if on cue and I watched the
bus pull away. Lux was right, I was hungry. If he paid for a
meal, that was one less thing to spend money on.
“Fine. Dinner and then I’m out of here.”
He gestured toward his bike and I realized he must
have followed the bus all day. He really was insane.
“I’m not going to the cops,” I told him as he pulled an
extra helmet onto my head.
“I know.” He gently snapped the chin straps together
and mounted the bike. “Get on.”
Reluctantly, I swung onto the bike behind him. As he
pulled away from the curb, I felt a wave of déjà vu. Clout
had driven with me on the back of his bike before he’d been
fatally wounded. The memory made me cling harder to Lux.
He patted my hands that were clenched around his
belly and took off down the street. After a series of turns, he
pulled up in front of a nice-looking restaurant.
“This place has great burgers,” he told me.
The restaurant was dimly lit and romantically styled
inside and I eyed Lux suspiciously. “You’re acting like this is
some kind of date.”
“It is,” he assured me, peering at the menu.
“I’m not on a date. I didn’t agree to that.”
Lux drops the menu and regards me with twinkling
eyes. “You didn’t have to agree. In case you hadn’t noticed,
I like doing things without permission.”
“I’m leaving.” I slid out of my chair as the waiter
approached.
Lux cocked his head to the side, his expression
suddenly serious. “Don’t make me chase you.” I caught a
gleam in his eye that scared me a little.
Remembering Jude the day I’d tried to escape made
me shudder and I sat down again. The waiter smiled at us
and took our drink orders. When I said nothing, Lux ordered
us each a root beer.
“Root beer?” I raised an eyebrow at him.
 “It’s the nectar of the gods.”
I grunted in response, my mind racing to figure out how
to get out of here. “Why do you want to keep me so badly?
The DNA is gone. I’m a danger to the gang you have going
on, wouldn’t it be better to let me go?”
“No.” His response was flat and he tapped the menu.
“Pick something or I’ll choose for you.”
Scanning the menu, I picked a burger at random. The
waiter returned with the drinks and took our food orders. As
soon as he left, I stood again.
“I have to go to the bathroom.”
“Okay.” Lux got up and followed me to the bathroom.
“Lux, you can’t go with me.”
“You’re trying to run and I don’t feel like chasing you
tonight.” He leaned around me to push the door open and
waited for me to walk through, then followed right behind.
My plan wouldn’t have worked anyway. There were no
windows in the bathroom, so I ducked into a stall and sank
down on the toilet as I listened to Lux humming a tune by
the sinks.
Back in our seats at the table, I sipped my root beer
and watched Lux. Out of the three men, he was definitely
the most unhinged, but I still wasn’t sure how dangerous he
was. Would he actually hurt me? He’d seemed the most
attracted to me, for sure, but I wasn’t entirely certain that
would stop him from doing something unpleasant to me. He
also seemed like the one with the darkest kinks.
“What’s your plan?” I asked finally, once the waiter had
delivered steaming burgers that were a good six inches tall,
with heaps of crispy wedge fries beside them.
Lux bit into his burger and regarded me with a grin.
“Take you back to my room and show you all the pleasure
you’ve been missing out on.”
“Not happening. You’re my rapist, remember?”
He nodded. “And it was the best experience of my life. I
want that again. We all do, but I’m the only one brave
enough to admit it.”
Something trembled deep inside me with that
confession. All of them wanted me? The thought should
have been repulsive, but it somehow wasn’t. I shook my
head. There was no way I was okay. This was trauma
talking.
After not eating for over 24 hours, I was starving, so I
decided to eat while I could. Dealing with Lux would happen
anyway, so I might as well be fueled for it. And, he’d been
right. The burgers here were incredible. My belly was
stretched to overfull by the time I shoved the last potato
wedge into my mouth.
Lux had already finished and was leaned back in his
seat watching me eat. I sucked down the last of my sweet
drink and crossed my arms, waiting to see what his next
move was.
His phone buzzed and I lifted an eyebrow. “I think
you’re being paged.”
Lux snorted. “They’ve been calling since they realized
they got you wrong.”
I sighed. “Wish you’d gone with them.”
“I almost did,” he admitted, “But I couldn’t let you just
disappear from our lives.”
“Yes, you could. I can walk out the door now and you
go home and we never have to see each other again. No
harm, no foul.”
“My soul will be harmed,” he said so seriously that it
didn’t even sound mushy. “No, I’m not letting you go.” He
waved for the check and paid quickly, in cash, before
standing up and taking my hand firmly in his.
“Lux.” Panic fluttered in my chest as he pulled me
determinedly out the door. “Let me go. I’ll scream.”
“Little mouse, you’re mine, whether you know it or
not,” he told me. He walked to the bike and pushed me so
my butt was against the bike and I was facing him.
 His phone buzzed again, urgently, and he let go of my
hand, grabbing my head in both hands and pulling me
toward him. His lips met mine and he kissed me with a
passion I’d never felt before.
My hands flew up to his chest to push him away, but he
just wedged a leg between my thighs and kept kissing me,
one hand sliding to the nape of my neck to pull me closer to
his face.
Then it was over and he stepped back, leaving me
breathless and tingling. “Hop on,” he said, placing the
helmet on my head and buckling it.
We roared out of the parking lot and I clung to Lux’s
waist, still shaky from the kiss. I’d expected him to head
back to the club, but instead, after half an hour on the road,
he pulled into a hotel.
“Lux?” I shivered from the cool night air and anxiety.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tired. I’ve been driving all day, not napping on a
bus like you.” He flashed me a grin and led me toward the
lobby. "I need sleep."
"Lux, nothing is happening with us."
He ignored me and kept walking, leaving me to follow
reluctantly. He'd purposely brought us into the middle of
nowhere and there was nothing around that would allow me
to take off. If he'd wanted to trap me, then he'd done an
excellent job of it. I shuddered at the darkness surrounding
the lone hotel and ducked into the lobby with him.
Lux had already paid for the room by the time I made it
to the desk. The clerk handed him a key and wished us good
night as we headed outside again. Lux fired up the bike and
parked it in front of our room. Of course, he'd only gotten
one and when he opened the door, I realized he'd also asked
for a room with just one bed. It was a queen-sized bed, but
even that meant sleeping too close to my rapist.
"I can't do this, Lux," I said, panic edging my voice.
"Yes, you can. Which side do you want?"
 I paused in the doorway, ready to take off. But where
would I go? He had me trapped here.
Struggling for a moment with my thoughts, I didn't
move, but Lux didn't seem too worried. He strode around
the room, turning on the lamps and checking out the
bathroom. In a few minutes, he was kicking his boots off and
lying back on the bed, looking very pleased with himself.
"Shut the door, little mouse. You don't want to attract the
wrong kind of attention." He grinned at me.
I did as I was told and sat down at the end of the bed
to pull my shoes off. My feet hurt from the long walk the
previous night and it was hard not to stop and rub my feet.
Instead, I wandered into the bathroom, thinking of taking a
shower, but not daring to with Lux so close.
"Don't worry about me, you can take a shower and I'll
be good for now," he promised.
I shook my head. "No, I'm good. Let's get some sleep.
You said you were tired."
"I am. But I'm not sleepy." He grinned at me again and
then bounced off the bed with his Lux-like energy and
started stripping down. "If you're not showering, I am."
He disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door
wide open. I tried not to look, but his lean, tattooed body
was a distraction in the corner of my eye as I turned on the
TV and started flicking through channels. There was nothing
more interesting on the television than the sleek body in the
shower, soaping up as he sang to himself. It was weird,
having someone so utterly uncaring about other people
seeing their body. However, I wasn't going to fall for it.
When Lux came out, I was watching some cartoon
show with brothers trying to invent things while their sister
attempted to thwart their plans and tattle on them. It was
silly and fun and I wasn't truly watching anyway.
He was wearing nothing but the thin hotel towel slung
around his hips, barely hiding anything. The deep V of his
hips slung down to the bulge that I could clearly see under
the towel's threadbare fabric. There was nothing hiding it
and then, to my shock, he undid the towel and let it fall to
the ground.
"Like what you see?"
"No!" I shuddered. But there was something keeping
my eye on that long thick piece of flesh hanging between
his legs. He wasn't even hard and the thing looked
intimidating.
Lux reached down a hand and stroked himself slowly.
"You sure?"
I stared as his cock began to stiffen in his hand,
straightening out and no longer dangling, but bobbing in
front of his body. "You can't do anything to me," I said, my
voice sounding trembly, even to my ears.
"That was the rule . . . unless you ran," he agreed. "And
you ran."
"You, no, you can't do anything, Lux!"
"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." He walked
over to me slowly, his meat still in his hand. "Go have a
shower and I'll be waiting."
Anything was better than standing there in front of him
and his hard cock, so I rushed into the bathroom, shutting
and locking the door. For a moment, I considered just
spending the night in the bathroom. But common sense
took over. He couldn't do much more than he'd already done
to me, could he? The marks he'd cut into my belly were all
but gone already and that was the worst of it. Gaine had
hurt me more, I thought.
I took my time showering, terrified of what awaited me
after I finished. Maybe if I took long enough, he would be
asleep by the time I came out.
No such luck. He was still stark naked, sitting on the
edge of the bed as he waited for me. I had redressed in the
same clothes, since I didn't have anything else with me.
That didn't seem to faze him. He was still stroking his cock,
keeping it hard and pointed in my direction.
 Now that I could clearly see the thing, I could see
precum beading at the tip of his penis. He rubbed a thumb
over it, making the head of his dick shiny and glistening in
the light. It both repulsed me and made me curious. What
would it feel like? Under ordinary circumstances, I would
have been able to explore my lover's body before my
virginity was taken, but in this case, I'd been rudely stripped
of it and hurt so badly that now I didn't know if I even
wanted to see a man again.
"You can take those off," Lux said firmly.
I ignored him and stood there, toweling out my hair. I
didn't have a brush, so I finger combed it to get it a little
more organized. Lux just sat and watched me for a few
minutes, then he stood up, walked to me and in one smooth
move, stripped my shirt off me.
"Lux, stop!"
"No. You ran. You're mine now." His thumbs scraped
over my bared nipples. I still hadn't replaced the one bra
that the guys had cut away that fateful night and my entire
upper body was now bare. I shivered when he rubbed those
calloused fingers over my sensitive nipples again and tried
to push him away.
Instead of being deterred, Lux ducked down and pulled
a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard and swiping his tongue
in circular motions around it while his fingers pinched and
rolled the other nipple. Flames shot from my breasts to my
core and I found myself gripping his hair instead of pushing
him away. It just felt so good.
After a long moment of suckling, Lux switched sides,
sending a new bolt of lightning to my groin and making me
whimper at the sensation. I was already feeling weak, but
he was right there with me, gently lapping at my sensitive
peaks and then nipping when I least expected it. There
wasn't much I could do but ride out the sensations.
In the midst of the pleasure he was giving me, Lux had
backed me toward the bed and I felt it hit the back of my
knees. He gently tipped me until I was lying on the bed with
my legs hanging over the side. Then he leaned over me,
pressing himself between my legs and continuing his attack
on my breasts while his hands neatly popped open the
button on my jeans. The feeling of his hardness pressing
against me and the attention to my nipple was enough to
distract me from actually stopping him and I felt my body
arching into him.
"I don't want this," I gasped as he nipped me again.
"Sure seems like you do," he muttered against my
breast. His hand slipped inside my pants and found my clit
easily. He dragged a finger down my slit and back up, using
my own lubrication to rub against my clit and send
incredible feelings through my entire body. "Your body says
yes. Stop fighting it. I'm going to make you come so many
times, you'll forget your name."
"No," I groaned, but there was just too much pleasure
coursing through my veins to actually push him away.
Lux made quick work of removing my pants and my
underwear, then he pressed my legs wide open and knelt on
the carpet, pressing his face between my legs.
That skillful tongue went straight to work on my clit,
lashing at it and pressing it in just the right way to make me
squirm. I didn't have time to feel embarrassed or anxious. It
was too much to just experience the feelings and I realized
that without the terror of that first night, this was far more
exciting.
Lux swiped his tongue through my slit and sent all new
sensations through me. Then he was sliding a finger into
me, curving it slightly and I nearly leapt out of my skin at
the explosion of pleasure that burst up from his touch. I'd
heard about the G-spot, but had never done much exploring
in that area. Lux knew exactly where to go though. He
added another finger and I groaned as he continued his
movements on my clit. The entire experience was too much
to withstand and I whimpered, trying to push his face away
from me. He was too strong, though and refused to budge.
The feeling sweeping through me was getting stronger
and stronger until I was certain I was about to blow up into
tiny pieces. The orgasm hit me like a freight train and I felt
the tremendous release as it filled me up, bursting out of my
throat as a scream. A gush down below started me, but felt
so right, as a finish to the incredible explosion of power that
had just hit me. I panted and looked down at Lux, who was
grinning up at me, his face damp.
"You can't tell me that didn't feel good," he said
proudly.
Shame rushed in to fill the place where pleasure had
been just a few moments before. What was I doing, enjoying
this with him? He'd raped me and now, I'd just let him do
what he wanted to me. I started to get up, but he slid a wet
hand up my torso and pressed me back against the bed.
"I'm not done with you. You still remember your name."
"I can't do that again." I shook my head. "Once was
enough."
"Once is never enough!" Lux's eyes sparkled and to my
dismay, he dove back down on me. I shoved futilely at his
head until he sucked my clit between his teeth and the roar
of the next orgasm started to fill me. This one took even
less time. Two fingers, plunging in and out of my core and
his skilled tongue brought me to another explosion within
minutes.
This time, he didn't stop and kept right on going, even
though I wailed at the sensitive bits of my body being
stoked up again. Then the next orgasm broke over me and I
was left trembling and nearly sobbing on the bed.
Lux crawled up my body and I was grateful that he'd
stopped. Even my skin felt oversensitive, ready to peel away
at the slightest touch.
"See? It can feel good, little mouse. I promise, this
time, you're going to love it."
 "What? No, I can't anymore, it's too much, Lux."
"You can't die from orgasms," he grinned at me and
kissed my lips, parting them with his tongue that tasted of
my juices.
I lay on the bed, feeling completely wrung out, but Lux
had more energy than ever. It was like he'd sucked my
lifeforce out of me every time I came and now he eagerly
rubbed his length up and down my extremely sensitive slit.
I bucked against him, my body working without me,
and he pressed harder, giving me the pressure I needed
against my clit. With a shout, I came again, and once again
felt myself shooting liquid.
"I never thought my girl would be a squirter," Lux said
proudly.
"Squirter?"
"Yeah, when you come, you squirt. It's hot as fuck and I
can't wait to tell the boys." He rubbed harder and faster
against me and I slapped weakly at his chest.
"Please stop, I'm too tired."
"Then it's time for the final stage of my plan," he
chuckled, bouncing up and off me.
I felt cold without his body on me, but still strangely
overheated. It only took a moment for him to retrieve
something from his pants though and he was back.
"No DNA this time. But that doesn't mean you get to
leave me." He ripped open the package and rolled the
condom over his length before he lifted me and turned me
on the bed so I was completely on it, my head on the pillow.
He climbed up over me and suckled one nipple, then the
next before kissing me passionately again. "With you, I don't
even need my knife. You turn me on just being like this."
"Lux . . ." I began, but he pressed his cock against me
hard and then grabbed himself, rubbing the tip up and down
between my folds. The words I'd been about to speak were
swept away in a whirl of pleasure.
 "I know we hurt you last time, but not this time. Now
you get to feel all the pleasure," he murmured into my neck
as he positioned himself and pressed at me.
The hard head of his cock pushed against my opening
and I whimpered, remembering when Gaine had thrust in
and torn me open. Lux sank his teeth into my neck, startling
me and pulling my attention away from what was happening
lower in our bodies. Then, while I was distracted by his love
bite, he slid slowly into me, lodging himself deep within. And
it didn't hurt.
In fact, it felt right, like his dick was meant to be seated
like this inside me. Part of me didn't want him to ever move,
but the rest of me screamed to arch my hips against him
and make him move and give me more of that elusive
pleasure. In the end, my body reacted instinctively,
clenching around him and tilting my hips up.
Lux pushed himself up on his arms and stared at me
intensely. "Does it hurt?"
"No."
"Good." He slid back very slowly, making me want to
scream, then slammed home again. I yelped and grabbed at
his arms, but it didn't hurt even then. My body was hyper
aware of every movement Lux made and as he moved in
and out, swiveling his hips and changing up the speed and
even angle of entry, it sent me over the edge again.
Lux grinned down at me. "I knew it, you were meant for
us."
"What are you talking about?"
"This." He reached between us, strumming my clit with
his fingers and sending my eyes rolling back in my head.
"You come harder and more than any girl I've been with.
You're perfect for us."
I didn't respond, too wiped out to manage an answer to
that. He was still pounding in and out and it really didn't feel
like the time to talk. I dug my fingernails into his back as he
rolled his hips into me, hitting all new points. The new
sensations were crashing my nervous system and I was
shaking by the time he moved on to pistoning in and out
with renewed vigor.
"You feel so good. So good," Lux groaned, leaning into
my neck again. He raked his teeth against my skin and my
whole body shuddered, my pussy clenching hard around
him. "Not gonna last," he muttered.
Incredibly, I could feel him growing inside me as he
gave a few stuttering pumps and then held himself deep,
letting out a guttural moan as he pulsed inside me. He gave
one last push hard inside and shuddered, staring down at
me with such an intense look in his eyes that I was sure he
would never look away again.
"You are perfect." He slid out of my body and pulled off
the condom, tossing it in the trash as he staggered to the
bathroom to wash up.
I tried to sit, but my muscles were no longer listening
to me and I sank back against the pillow. It was too much for
me. The entire experience had been so far out of my realm
of comprehension that I was still mentally trying to process
how that much pleasure could come from one act.
"You soaked this side of the bed," Lux observed, when
he returned. He had a damp washcloth that he used to clean
me up and then he gently pulled me to my feet. "Go piss.
You don't want an infection."
"What are you talking about?" I stared at him, my legs
still trembling.
"Girls have to pee after sex, it's the rule." He nodded.
"Jude can tell you more about it. I just know that's what you
do. So, go. Faster you go, the sooner we can sleep."
I stumbled to the bathroom and peed, then used the
little complimentary toothbrush and toothpaste to brush my
teeth before returning to the main room.
Lux had stripped the top blanket off the bed and folded
back the lower one. "We'll have to sleep closer than you
wanted, since that side is all wet," he grinned
mischieviously.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened." I felt
embarrassed about peeing, though it hadn't really felt like
pee, it was more explosive, but what else could it be?
"Nah, baby, that was your cum. Never seen a girl squirt
that amazingly though." He yawned, and pointed at the bed.
"Get in."
I did as he said, too tired to even think about escaping
or getting away from the crazy man who snuggled up beside
me and threw a heavy tattooed arm over my stomach. In
seconds, I was asleep.

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My phone blinged and I angrily snatched it up. Lux had

been AWOL all day and I was not impressed. He hadn't
answered a single one of our calls and that pissed me off.
He was a nutcase, but he still had to follow the rules, which
included picking up your phone when one of your brothers
called.
"That rat bastard," Jude snarled from the chair where
he'd been watching the news.
Opening the message, I stared in shock at the image
that Lux had sent. Eva. He was with her and she was sound
asleep in a bed. Naked from the looks of it.
The next photo proved that she was naked. It was a
shot of her, taken from between her legs, with her head
thrown back in bliss, fingers clenching the bedspread of
some random hotel. That fucker had not only caught up to
her, he'd somehow convinced her to let him fuck her, too.
There was no doubt she was enjoying herself and I felt
jealousy rise up inside. That should have been me between
her legs. Or at the very least, close to her while he was
there. My mind flipped to the night we'd taken her and how
very perfect that had been.
"That bastard fucked her. He went after her and let us
take off in the opposite direction and now he's in bed with
her!" Jude was pacing now, the muscle in his jaw twitching.
"We should have listened to him. She was on the other bus.
Fuck!" He slammed his fist down on the bar, startling the
bartender who hurried to see what drink he wanted.
"At least he found her, safe and sound," I said, trying to
be reasonable. "We messed up, again. But why did she take
off in the first place?"
"Because she's scared." He paced back to me and dug
his fingers into his hair. “I mean, this is just ridiculous. She
should be free to leave at this point, but Lux is all about
making her his."
"Hey, let's wait until he gets her back here and we can
figure out what is going on in her crazy little head, okay?" I
stood up and slapped him on the back. "At least we know
they're both safe."
"Until they get back. I'm going to skin that fucker
alive," Jude muttered. He stalked off toward his bedroom
and I headed for mine. Another ping and I opened the photo
of Lux's dick buried to the hilt in that sweet pussy. A
strangled yell from the bedroom let me know that Jude had
gotten the same one.
Groaning, I dropped the phone on the bed, staring at
those pink folds, the little pearl of a clit neatly tucked away
there, but peeking out from obvious excitement. My hand
went to my zipper and I released the painful erection tucked
away there, tugging hard on it, punishing myself for not
going the right direction this time. Instead, that asshole Lux
had followed his gut and had managed to get everything we
all wanted.
I groaned again and started stroking, my eyes fixed on
her pretty pussy, the one that I'd torn into not even two
weeks ago. It was crazy to think that I hadn't enjoyed a
good fuck since then. She'd ruined me for other women. I
growled in frustration at the thought and considered
grabbing one of the club girls to come and suck me off while
I looked at these photos, but in the end, I just jerked off until
I spurted into my hand. Even jerking off to her was better
than sinking my dick into some undeserving cunt.
I was wiped out from riding to Garriton and searching
for our girl there, then worrying about Lux when he'd
refused to respond to our calls. Now, with this final release
of energy, I was too tired to even shower. Scrubbing my
come off my hands, I pulled of my shirt, kicked my pants off
and crawled into my bed. Tomorrow, I'd get our girl and
make sure she never ran again. She wasn't just Lux's, she
belonged to all three of us and I wasn't going to let her
forget that.

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Lux was gone when I woke up. His spot in the bed was
still slightly warm, so I figured he hadn't gone too far.
Though since he got what he wanted last night, maybe he'd
ditched me. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing, but I was
far from anywhere that had transport or anything and
without money.
Sighing, I struggled out of bed, still feeling weak and
tired. Finding my clothes strewn on the floor, I gathered
them up, then got dressed again. There wasn't anything
else in the hotel room, but before I could step outside, Lux
came in.
He had two bags with him, they both smelled divine
and I eagerly took the one he handed me. Inside, there was
a fat vanilla donut and a croissant sandwich with ham, egg,
and cheese, plus two pieces of hashbrowns.
"Oh my god, this is incredible." I dug into the food
without even giving it time to cool.
Lux just chuckled and sat down, pulling out his own
sandwiches and hashbrowns. He didn't have a donut, but I
scarfed mine down so fast, he had no chance to ask for a
bite, either. That didn't seem to bother him.
"Want to pour us some coffee?" He nodded at the
coffee maker on my side of the bed. It was already full and
hot. "I set it up before I left for breakfast."
 "Thank you, I need coffee today." I poured two cups
and dumped creamer and sugar into mine, stirring it
carefully before drinking it down.
"The guys know about last night, so Gaine is going to
go all mountain bear on you when we get back," Lux told
me, sipping his coffee black.
"I can't go back," I informed him. "It's too dangerous."
"Hey, little mouse, we can keep you safe. The
clubhouse is secure."
"Your house was supposed to be secure, too," I pointed
out. "How did someone get in to plant a bomb?"
"Bombs," he corrected me. "There were at least two,
maybe three."
"The number doesn't matter. The fact is, they got past
all your defenses and blew the place up. The clubhouse isn't
any safer. I mean, I got out without anyone even noticing. I
went right under your window and you had no idea."
Lux grinned. "Did you take a peek?"
"No, I heard enough. But I can't go back. I can't have
those people dying like Clout. Not for me."
Lux tilted his head in that curious way he had. "What
do you mean, not for you?"
I shook my head. "There are bad people after me.
They're the ones who blew up your house. I can't bring that
danger to innocent people." I leveled him with a look, "and
I'm not saying you're innocent. Not you, Gaine, or Jude, but
there are innocent people in that clubhouse and I won't let
them die because of me."
"Interesting." He leaned back on the bed and regarded
me for a long minute. "Okay. I'll have the guys meet us at
our safehouse."
"You have a safehouse?"
"Of course. All hitmen do." He tapped a message into
his phone and then stood up. "Come on. We have a long
drive."
 It was a long drive, but not nearly as long as the bus
ride had been. Lux drove much faster on his bike. With the
wind whistling by, we couldn't talk, but I clung to him and
enjoyed the ride. The sun was out, but there were enough
clouds that it wasn't too hot and even though I was wearing
just a t-shirt, the wind was nice on my bare skin.
We stopped once, to get gas and for the bathroom. I
felt . . . well-used down below. After I finished with the
bathroom, I met Lux outside. He had already collected some
junk food and a couple of sodas for us to eat at the picnic
tables out by the gas pumps. As we sat there, his phone
buzzed.
"You should answer it," I told him.
He rolled his eyes, but put the phone to his ear. I could
hear Gaine's deep voice from across the table as I ate my
bag of cheesy chips, but the words were indistinct.
"She's fine. We're on our way. Our little mouse has
something to tell us about her past, so put on your big boy
panties and chill until we get there," Lux snapped into the
phone. Gaine's voice growled something from the other end
and Lux grinned manically. Then he handed me the phone.
"Hello?" I said hesitantly.
"Eva, are you okay? Did he do anything to you?"
"Uh, define doing?"
"Fuck, look, you get here to the safehouse and we'll
keep his fucking paws off you. I promise." His last words
were so deep they were barely recognizable as words,
coming out in a rich growl that sent a shiver through me.
"It's okay. I'm fine." I handed the phone back to Lux
and he informed Gaine we'd be there in a couple of hours.
"We could stop for another round of fucking," he said in
my ear, passing behind me to take the garbage to the bin.
"That would really rile them up."
"Let's just go." Talking to Gaine made me feel guilty,
like I was doing something wrong with Lux. I straightened up
and drained the last of my soda, root beer, of course, and
followed Lux to the motorcycle. My legs were wobbly from
the night we'd had, plus riding on the bike for hours, but it
felt comfortable to mount up behind Lux and wrap my arms
around his body. I clasped my hands in front of him and he
patted them before taking off and getting back onto the
highway.
There was definitely something to this riding a bike
everywhere. It was much better than my clunker of a car.
That had fallen apart and left me stranded with these guys. I
shook my head and then tucked my face into Lux's back. It
had been a crazy ride and I still wasn't so sure about playing
nice with these men, but Lux had definitely pushed past
some barriers last night.
We'd left late and the sun was already low in the sky
when we pulled up to what looked like an abandoned
warehouse. Lux pulled out his phone and tapped something
on it. To my surprise, the door ahead of us rolled up into the
building and left a gaping black hole in its place. Lux gunned
the engine and headed inside, killing the engine as soon as
he got in. The door rolled shut behind us.
Lights clicked on and I slid off the bike, stunned at the
size of this place. It was a warehouse, but there wasn't
much in it. Just a lot of empty pallets and some cardboard
boxes that didn't seem to have anything in them. It was a
weird space. There were catwalks overhead and metal stairs
going up and down around the space, like some kind of
video game.
"Took you long enough," Jude stalked out of the
shadows under the stairs and glared at us. Or maybe he was
just glaring at Lux, I wasn't sure. Gaine appeared a moment
later and simply gazed at both of us, scanning me up and
down as if checking for damage. I gave him a tentative
smile.
"Everyone inside," Gaine's deep voice was bordering on
angry. I wondered if he was angry with me, or just with Lux.
Probably me, too for running.
 The huge man led us behind the stairs and into what
looked like a broom closet, but it had stairs that led us
underground. The space was cool and dark and made me
feel more than a little anxious.
Jude walked behind me, so close I could feel his
breathe on the top of my head. It felt like I was walking to
my doom.
A door shut behind us and then Gain opened another in
front of me, stepping into a well-lit room. It was set up as a
living room, with a full kitchen at one end and doors leading
off it along one side. The space, despite not having any
windows, was cozy and comfortable with a distinctive
masculine feel to it. The leather sofa and armchairs were
black and the walls were beige, but with lighting that
highlighted the paintings of women along the walls.
"This is really nice," I commented in surprise.
Gaine grunted and pointed to an armchair. "Sit."
I did as I was told, wiping sweaty palms on my jeans
and waiting for his anger. It was written all over him, in his
tense muscles, the sharpness in his eyes, and the way his
jaw worked without speaking. He was pissed and it
frightened me to have that anger directed at me.
Lux bounced over to me and perched on the arm of my
chair, as if he were my protector. He'd pleasured me a lot
last night, but I still wasn't sure I trusted him farther than I
could throw him. I eyed the men anxiously. The other two
were still standing, towering over me. It made me feel far
smaller than usual.
"Can you sit down?" I asked timidly.
Gaine glared at me, but he sank down on the sofa
across from me. Jude sat down on the other end, leaning
back and crossing his arms, but his eyes were fixed on Lux.
He was shooting lasers from his eyes.
"You should be glad I brought her back," Lux said
calmly. He grinned at them. "She'd be gone forever if we'd
followed your dumb asses."
 "You didn't answer your phone all day," Gaine ground
out. "That's unacceptable, Lux."
"I was busy." Lux shrugged, as if it didn't matter what
his brothers thought.
"We'll get back to that." Gaine turned that icy look on
me. "What the hell did you think you were doing, taking off
like that?"
"Leaving." I swallowed back the lump in my throat. This
was a bad idea. I never should have let Lux bring me back
here. Not that he'd given me any kind of choice.
Gaine took a deep breath, but before he could say
anything, Jude leaned forward. "What are you running from,
Eva? I think it's time you told us. We can help you, but only
if we know the truth."
"Tell them," Lux nudged me. "She thinks someone else
blew up the house. Not our enemies, hers."
Gaine raised an eyebrow. "Why would someone want to
blow you up, baby girl?"
Swallowing hard, I clasped my hands in my lap and
stared at them. It felt like even saying the words would
bring him down on me, as if he could sense where I was.
And maybe he could. I rubbed my arms, wondering again if
I'd been tracked through some sort of chip or something.
"I ran away from an arranged marriage."
Lux hummed in disapproval and stood up. He started
pacing off to the side, between my chair and the sofa.
"Keep going," Jude urged me.
"My dad made a deal with a guy in the mafia. He owed
a lot of money and he had no way to pay him back. So, they
decided that I would marry the mafia guy's son." I
swallowed again, my mouth suddenly very dry. "It was all
set up, but I said no."
"So, they want to kill you?" Gaine sounded skeptical.
"No." I shook my head. "My dad convinced me it was
the only way to save the family. My mom just had a baby, a
little girl, and he told me that they would take her instead if
I didn't go. So, I had to do it."
"You agreed to marry into the mafia?" Lux shook his
head. "Where's your father? I'll tear his guts out and leave
him hanging from a tree."
"Lux!" I stared at him. "Is that what you do to people?"
He growled and paced faster. "If they deserve it."
"Eva," Jude's voice pulled my attention away from Lux's
furious face. "What happened to make you run?"
"They killed everyone." I closed my eyes, recalling that
night. The gunshots, the screams of my mother as she tried
to protect little Margot. "My dad . . . he decided to testify
against them. I don't know the details. I didn't know
anything until that night. They came into the house in the
middle of the night and they started shooting."
"So, your father is dead already." Lux frowned, pausing
by my chair. "Bastard. I'll dig him up and tear him to
pieces."
"I hid under the bed, but he found me." I shuddered at
the memory. He'd been covered in the blood of my family,
reaching those stained hands out and dragging me from
under the bed. The way he'd choked me, telling me that I
would marry him or die.
"You got away?" Jude's voice once again pulled me out
of my thoughts. "How did you escape, Eva?"
"I didn't," I whispered. "He dragged me through the
house, past the bodies, threw me on top of my mother's
body. Margot was lying beside her in a pool of blood." A sob
escaped me. "There was so much blood."
"Eva. You think this man is still after you?"
"I know he is." I took a deep breath to compose myself.
"He thinks I have the files that my dad had on him."
"Do you?" Gaine asked.
"No. I don't know where he hid them, though I have an
idea. I never went back for them."
 "Wait, this guy is not only pissed you didn't marry him,
he also thinks you have incriminating paperwork on him?"
Jude frowned. "No wonder he's after you, but I don't
understand why he wants to kill you."
"I embarrassed him? I don't know." I bit my thumb,
hard enough to pull my mind away from the screams that
echoed in my brain. "He took me back to his place after . . .
everything. He kept me in a room in the basement while he
set up the wedding and arranged everything."
"But are you married?" Lux dropped to a crouch in front
of me, suddenly looking very worried. "Are you actually
married to this man?"
I nodded. "I ran at the altar. They caught me of course,
but he'd been humiliated. He beat me that night and locked
me in the dungeon again. And left me there for a week." I
shivered. "Then he decided it was time to let me out and I
had to work in the kitchen, but when they weren't paying
attention, I grabbed my stuff from his room and left. Stole a
car and, well, you know the rest."
The men were silent for a long minute. Lux went back
to pacing and the other two simply stared at me.
"Were you followed to our house?" Jude asked. Then he
shook his head. "No, of course not. They would have picked
you up before."
"I don't know how they found me," I sighed. "But I know
that his second in command is an explosives expert. That's
who I think set the bombs in your house."
The words that I'd held inside me for so very long had
finally tumbled out and I felt exhausted and empty. This
safehouse felt secure enough and I hoped that any tracking
device they had wouldn't follow me underground, but at this
point, it was impossible to know. I leaned back in the chair,
awaiting the verdict of the three men in front of me.
Lux was back, nudging me. "Why did you run from us?
Tell them that."
 "We're her rapists and captors," Jude said bitterly. "Of
course, she ran."
"Nope!" Lux looked delighted to prove Jude wrong. "Tell
them."
"I know they're going to catch up with me again," I said
tiredly. "And there are innocent people in that clubhouse.
Sunny, Ruby, they don't deserve to die like Clout did." The
thought of the big, friendly giant made my heart clench in
my chest and I fought back tears. So many people had
already died and I wasn't going to let them keep killing
everyone.
"You know what we do for a living, right?" Jude eyed
me.
"You kill people."
"Right." He shook his head. "Princess, if anyone is
going to get rid of this mafia guy, it's us. This is what we
do."
"It's the mafia," I pointed out. "You can't just eliminate
them!"
"Watch us," Lux grinned, bouncing on his toes. "And I'll
make him suffer. What's his name?"
I opened my mouth, but the words caught in my throat.
As if speaking his name aloud would summon him.
"Tell us," Gaine ordered. "Name!"
"Lorenzo Bianchi."
He nodded. "And where are the files your father had?"
I frowned. "I'm not sure, but he talked about hiding
things in the shed out behind our house. He had a secret
cubby there, under the floor. I think that's where he would
have put anything he had on them."
Gaine nodded curtly. "We'll take care of this."
"Why?" I looked at each of the men and they all gazed
steadily back. "Why would you help me?"
Jude gave me a wry grin. "You may not realize it, but
that night with you changed us. Everything is different now.
We'll protect you. We'll keep you safe."
 "Yeah, little mouse, you're ours and we take care of
what's ours," Lux leaned in and kissed me on the lips,
surprising me so much that I jerked backward.
"Lux, back off," Gaine snarled.
"She let me do a lot more than that last night," Lux
bragged, with a wink at me.
My cheeks felt like they were on fire. "You didn't give
me much choice," I muttered.
Jude pursed his lips and inhaled deeply. "We know, Lux,
no need to rub it in."
"How do you know?"
Lux grinned and tapped on his phone, holding it out for
me to see. I gasped at the sight of his cock spearing me, in
full color and close up.
"What the fuck, Lux?" I turned to look at Jude and
Gaine, who both seemed to find the floor very interesting.
"You saw this?"
"And more," Lux swiped to show me several other
photos he'd taken when I hadn't noticed. He seemed
ridiculously proud of himself.
Shame flooded over me. It was bad enough that I'd
actually slept with him willingly, but the fact that he'd sent
proof to the other men made me sick to my stomach. I
stood up and without thinking, I punched him full in the
nose. Blood spurted as his head jerked back and he stared
at me in wide-eyed surprise, blood pouring down his face
and dripping off his chin.
"You're on my shit list for life, asshole." I stormed
toward one of the doors to the side, hoping it led
somewhere private.
It did. I stepped into a bedroom that was decorated in
shades of blue and gray and slammed the door behind me.
It was all just too much. The sharing, the sex, the betrayal. I
couldn't even imagine what the other men thought of me,
falling into bed with the craziest of them all after everything
that had happened and all the anger I'd had toward them. It
was just too much.
I fell onto the bed and let the tears fall.

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As soon as Eva punched Lux and stormed into a

bedroom, I leaned back in my seat. So much made sense
now, down to the fake name she'd given us in the
beginning. And the start of a plan was already forming in my
mind.
"You motherfucker," Jude snarled at Lux. He was on his
feet now, inches from Lux's face. "You cost us her trust, I will
gut you myself."
"She hit me." Lux stared at his bloody hands. "She hit
me."
"You deserved it." Jude gave the man a shove toward
the bathroom. "Get cleaned up and then clean this shit up."
He jabbed a finger at the floor, spattered with Lux's blood.
When Lux had disappeared into the bathroom, Jude
stood in the middle of the room, flexing his fingers. "Should I
see if she's okay?"
"Let her be for a while," I told him. "We need to talk
about how this is going down."
"Yeah. We're fixing this for her, right?" Jude sat down in
the chair Eva had just vacated and leaned forward, head in
his hands. "I mean, we need to take this Bianchi guy out."
"I don't think it was the mafia that blew our place up," I
pointed out first, because we needed to be on the same
page here.
 Jude nodded. "Agreed. I'll get Max on tracking him
down, but I don't see how anyone could have figured out
where she was."
"We get the files her father had, take this dude out and
make it look like he caught up to her." The plan was rapidly
solidifying in my mind. This was my area of expertise.
Seducing a girl we'd hurt was apparently something Lux
excelled at, but the planning and revenge was definitely my
thing.
"Let me find out what I can on this guy and we'll go
from there," Jude nodded. He pulled out his phone and
headed upstairs, where the signal was better.
While he made his call to Max, I walked to the door that
Eva had closed behind her and stood with my ear against
the wood. It was nearly silent inside the room, but I heard
the occasional sniff that let me know she was crying. If I'd
been Jude, I probably would have burst in and pulled her
into my arms to try and comfort her, but I wasn't sure that
would do any good, coming from me. It seemed like
something that would probably make things worse.
I wasn't used to feeling out of place. I always knew
what to do. That was my job as the leader of my little team
and I was good at it. But this woman was throwing me off
my game.
Finally leaving the door, I headed to the kitchen to
prepare some food. Regardless of who or what was
happening, people needed to eat. Especially Eva. She was
too thin as it was. I could tell she'd been without enough
food for a while and that bothered me more than it should.
My culinary skills in the kitchen were nothing compared
to Miles, but by the time Lux emerged from the bathroom,
bleeding staunched, and Jude returned from his call, I had
garlic steaks sizzling in the pan and a fresh tossed salad
ready to go. We'd stopped at the supermarket on the way
here, knowing that Lux wouldn't arrive for hours. Thankfully,
we'd loaded up on quite a bit of food, so we could stay here
for at least a week.
Though now I was thinking we'd leave Eva safe and
sound here, while we went and took care of her little
husband problem. That would ensure we could focus on the
job at hand and let her rest up and recover. I focused on
cooking the steaks to perfection and then set them aside to
rest, turning to find Lux mopping up the blood on the floor.
He looked up at me and grinned. "I'd say it smells great, but
I can't smell shit right now."
"Knock it off, Lux," Jude grumbled. He stalked to the
cupboard and pulled out dishes, setting the table like some
sort of domestic servant.
I tossed the salad with some dressing and sliced the
steak. "Jude, want to grab our girl?"
He nodded and headed for the bedroom. My gut
tensed, not sure what he would find there. A spitfire, ready
to kill us all? Or a broken girl, no longer willing to fight for
anything?
To my surprise, when he knocked on the door, Eva
answered it. Her eyes were puffy and red, but she was
composed enough to step out and follow Jude to the table.
She sat by him, away from Lux, her body language very
obvious. Lux just grinned his usual crazy grin and bent over
the food, ready to inhale it.
"You hungry, baby girl?" I asked, sliding several slices
of steak onto her plate. When she nodded silently, I added a
few more. Lux could do with less, he deserved it.
Eva ate with gusto. Her appetite certainly didn't suffer
from her emotional state. I watched in wonder as she
devoured the garlic bread, steak and salad, then reached for
more garlic bread. Even Lux spent more time watching her
than eating and that was unusual enough.
There wasn't much to do after that, but wait for Max to
call in with his information. Jude assured us it wouldn't be
until morning, so we turned on the television and watched a
couple of comedies. Lux was pacing as usual, his pent-up
restlessness always more evident in a safehouse where he
was confined. Jude was playing on his phone, while half-
watching the screen and I was busy keeping an eye on our
girl.
Halfway through the second movie, she curled up more
on the chair she was sitting in and rested her head on her
arm, curled along the arm of the chair. And within minutes,
she was sound asleep, evidently worn out by the day's
events. I figured the confessions she'd let out where
probably exhausting too.
"Should we move her?" I wondered aloud.
Before I could do anything, Jude stood and gently
scooped her up in his arms. Eva gave a sleepy protest, then
sighed and curled into his chest. In her sleep, at least, she
trusted him. I went ahead to open the bedroom door for him
and Jude carried the exhausted woman through the door
and carefully tucked her into bed. We stood a moment,
watching her sleep before we both stepped out and shut the
door.
"It's been a long day." Jude sighed. "Tomorrow is when
it will all hit her and she'll be furious again."
"Then I guess we better get some sleep, too."

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I woke to a dark room, with only a dim nightlight

warming the space at the end of the bed I was in. I was
alone, thankfully and vaguely remembered someone
carrying me to bed last night. My bladder was screaming at
me to get up, so I staggered to my feet and left the room in
search of a bathroom.
The first door I opened revealed Gaine, sound asleep
and still fully dressed, sprawled across a bed. I closed the
door quietly.
"The one by the kitchen is the bathroom," I heard Jude
say. He was sitting at a desk on the far side of the room,
looking at something on a laptop.
"Thanks." I headed there and took a moment to use the
comb that was on the counter to drag the tangles out of my
hair. It was a mess after not brushing it for a few days and
then riding on the motorcycle all day. I managed to get it
into a semi-decent state and splashed water on my face. My
eyes were still puffy from crying last night, but I wasn't
about to worry about that. Lux had not only seduced me
unwillingly; he'd taken photos and shared them without my
consent.
"You hungry?" Jude asked when I came out of the
bathroom.
 "Yeah." I was always hungry these days. "I'll make
breakfast though. You keep working."
Digging through the refrigerator, I found eggs, cream,
and cheese, as well as a bit of leftover steak and set about
making steak omelets. Figuring the other guys would be up
soon, I made four, even though I skimped on the steak for
Lux's, because he didn't deserve a proper meal.
Setting the plates on the table, I sprinkled some
chopped green onions on top of the omelets and sat down.
Jude tapped on the other two doors and then sat down
beside me. "This looks amazing."
"It's basically the only thing I know how to cook well,
aside from spaghetti," I told him. "My mom taught me to
make omelets when I was 10 and I pretty much made them
all the time after that."
"Well, it's delicious," he said, with his mouth full.
Gaine came out next, looking delighted to find the
massive omelet on his plate. "Thanks, Jude."
"Wasn't me," Jude said, as Lux appeared. "Eva made
breakfast."
"Thanks, Eva," Gaine smiled at me and the rare
appearance of a smile on his face made me smile back.
"You're welcome. Like I told Jude, this is the extent of
my cooking skills, though, so don't expect me to start
turning out Miles-style meals."
"You can just make this every day for us," Lux grinned,
sinking into his chair. "Yum!"
I gave him an icy look. "I'll cook when I want to."
"Understood," Jude responded, finishing up his food.
"I'll do the dishes."
After everyone finished eating, we sat down in the
living room and Jude brought us up to date on the
information his informant had collected.
"Max found Bianchi. He's still in New York, so he hasn't
come after you personally, at least."
"Or he thinks I'm dead," I pointed out.
 "True. Though we don't think there's any way he found
you at our place. There was nothing to indicate you were
there." Jude pointed out. "So, the next step is to find your
dad's files and then we can finish this up and make sure
Bianchi never comes after you again."
"How?" I was skeptical that there was any way this
would work. I knew Lorenzo . . . if he thought I was alive,
he'd have his men after me. And I still wasn't convinced the
explosion hadn't been his men.
"That's for us to worry about. Give us your address and
tell us where the files are," Gaine said firmly.
I looked at him suspiciously. "What are you going to
do?"
"It's better you don't know," Lux said a little too
eagerly.
"If you kill him, the entire family will be after us."
"Not the way we do things," Gaine replied.
I thought back to the news story of the massacre.
"What about that last job? It was big enough to get on the
news."
Jude gave me a sly smile. "That's because we were
sending a message. This time it's a coverup. We'll make it
look like an accident."
"And you'll look dead, too, so there's no blowback," Lux
told me.
I frowned. "How are you going to do that?"
"Don't worry about it," Gaine ordered.
Turning my glare onto him, I gritted my teeth. "This is
my life. This is my problem. I think I deserve to know what
you intend to do to my so-called body."
Jude leaned toward me. "You're right. We don't have
everything planned out just yet, but there will be another
body with his. A female one, and we will do everything to
disguise who it really is and to make it look like you. Do you
have any ID?"
"I tossed it when I left."
 "Smart, but that makes things a little harder now," Jude
said. Then he grinned. "We'll make fake ones. They'll be
ruined anyway, so it won't matter."
"You seem very confident this is going to work. You
don't know these guys like I do. They're ruthless."
"So are we, baby girl." Gaine gave me a cold smile.
"Don't worry, we've got this."
Jude went back to his research after I gave him my old
address and Gaine disappeared somewhere upstairs. Lux
tried to get back into my good graces by bringing me
chocolates that I refused.
"You can't be mad at me forever," he insisted. "I'll give
you more orgasms. You don't even have to do anything, I'll
just give you pleasure."
"No, Lux, that's exactly where this all went wrong," I
hissed. "You think you can just take what you want and no
one is going to stop you."
"You didn't stop me."
Fighting the urge to punch him in the nose again, I
turned on the TV and tried to ignore him. Until he dropped
to his knees between my legs and nuzzled his face into my
nether regions. The move instantly turned on the heat in my
body, but I shoved him away.
"What part of no do you not understand?" I snarled at
him.
When his hand slipped up between us, pressing exactly
where I needed it the most, I nearly gave in and spread my
legs for him. Instead, using the rage that had built up inside
me, I slapped him as hard as I could across the face. With a
hurt look, Lux sat back on the floor and studied me.
"If you'd just give me a chance to make it up to you,
you won't regret it," he promised.
"Lux, leave her alone." Jude's annoyed voice broke in.
He'd gotten up from the desk and stood behind me. "She's
dealt with enough of your shit."
 "I'm just trying to give her pleasure," Lux said. He ran
his tongue over his lips. "She loved it last night."
"It was still not my choice," I told him.
"You wanted it."
Jude leaned over my shoulder, his heat searing into my
skin. When he spoke, it was with a sharp anger lacing his
words.
"Leave. Her. Alone. She said no and that means you
back the fuck off."
Lux glared back at his friend, but didn't move. His hand
stayed on my leg. I pulled away from him and climbed over
the arm of the chair to get away, standing beside Jude.
"Maybe you need a lesson in consent," I snapped.
Lux's eyes gleamed. "What kind of lesson? You're going
to rape me?"
I snorted. He would obviously enjoy that too much.
Then an evil idea occurred to me.
"Jude, would you tie him up for me?"
Jude's lips curved upwards. "Of course, princess."
"Kinky," Lux chuckled and he stayed where he was until
Lux found a piece of rope. "Want me naked first?"
"Nope, you get to stay fully clothed, and unable to
touch anyone or anything that doesn't want your touch," I
told him.
Jude gleefully pulled Lux to his feet and set him on a
kitchen chair that he'd brought over, then yanked Lux's
arms behind him. He tied the man's hands securely, looping
the rope through the legs of the chair and knotting it around
Lux's ankles.
"You've got me where you want me, little mouse, now
what?" Lux was still grinning like this was a game.
Turning to Jude, I took a deep breath. "Jude, will you
fuck me?"
Jude's face turned serious. "Not if it's just revenge on
him."
 "I need to know that I have control, too," I told him. "I
need this for me, but also to punish Lux."
He gazed at me for a long moment and then nodded.
"Then I consent."
"Good, so do I." I gave him a nervous smile and
stripped off my clothes.
Behind me, Lux sucked in his breath, obviously
enjoying the view, as I stepped out of my underwear. Before
me, Jude watched, without making a move toward taking off
anything of his own. Taking the initiative, I stepped forward
and tugged his t-shirt out of his pants, pushing it up his
broad chest. I was too short to pull it over his head, but he
took over, ripping the shirt off, his chest muscles rippling.
He was in amazing shape.
I took a moment to run my hands over his pecs, which
were lightly tattooed with a skull buried in mound of roses
and a snake crawling out of the roses across his other side.
His skin was smooth and soft under my fingers and I took
my time exploring. This was really the first time I'd had a
chance to examine a man's body in real life. The other two
occasions had not been very conducive to taking my time.
Now, I was going to indulge myself.
Jude didn't move, he stood still and let me tap his
nipples and run my fingers over his chest and flat stomach.
When I touched his ribs, though, he flinched slightly. When I
looked up into his eyes, they were dancing with amusement.
"I'm ticklish," he said quietly.
"Really?" I ran my fingers down over his ribs again and
he laughed, a sound that was surprisingly light and fun.
"Stop, I don't want to ruin the mood." He cupped the
back of my neck and bent to kiss me, a deep, sweeping kiss
that was so very different from the frantic ones Lux had
given me. This was soft and genuine, his tongue gently
probing at the seam of my lips and sliding into my mouth to
dance with my tongue. It was a real kiss, one I'd never
experienced before and it instantly sent a heat through me
that raged lower and lower.
"Jude." The words sounded breathless and he groaned
into my mouth, reaching down and unbuckling his pants.
He pulled back for a moment, letting his jeans hit the
floor and looked down at me, searching my face. "Are you
sure?"
"Yes." I grabbed the top edge of his boxers and peeled
them down, releasing his cock. It sprang free and I dropped
to the floor to pull the boxers completely off. "Is it okay to . .
. do it out here?"
Jude chuckled. "Princess, I'll fuck you anywhere you
want."
"Okay." I stood a moment, not sure what to do, but he
took over seamlessly, lifting me to my feet and leaning to
take one of my nipples in his mouth. His hot, wet tongue
flicked at the already hard bud and then he scraped his
teeth across it, making me gasp.
"Let's get more comfortable." He lifted me in his arms
and carried me to the couch, pulling it over a little so we
were at a good angle for Lux to watch.
I looked over and Lux was staring at my body, his
nostrils flared, eyes wide with excitement. "See this, Lux?
This is what you don't get to have again. You fucked me
over, you didn't let me make my own choices."
He grunted, but the bulge in his pants showed that he
was far more affected than he was saying.
Turning my attention back to Jude, I reached up to him
and he leaned over me, kissing my lips, then dropping to
kiss my neck and shoulder, gradually working his way down
my body. I groaned when he paused to pay more attention
to my breasts, nibbling at the nipples and then kissing down
to my bellybutton and the tender skin below it.
"Princess, what do you want?"
"I want to cum," I whispered, feeling sinful.
"Soft or hard?"
 "Hard," I moaned, as his finger slipped through my wet
folds and rubbed against my clit. "Harder."
"Got it." He parted my thighs and spread me open
before him, rubbing my clit hard with his thumb in short
circles that only fueled the fire inside me. Then he shoved
two fingers inside me and bent to lick and suckle until the
pleasure rose from his ministrations and I whimpered at the
overwhelming sensations, bucking my hips against his face.
It took him only a couple of minutes to pull my first
orgasm from me. I let out a whine as he built it higher and
higher with every stroke of his fingers, every swipe of his
tongue, until I fell apart beneath him.
"I didn't expect you to start partying without me,"
Gaine's deep voice sounded.
Jumping up, I grabbed the lap blanket from the back of
the sofa to cover myself. Jude chuckled, lifting his head from
between my legs and running his hands up and down my
thighs. "Easy, princess, he's not going to do anything unless
you want him to join in."
I looked at Gaine, who was staring at me with a hungry
look in his eye. He licked his lips and when Jude lifted the
fingers that had just been inside me, he bent and sucked
them into his mouth with a groan. My eyes widened at the
sight.
"Baby girl, you taste like heaven. I'm not going to touch
you if you don't want me to, but at least let me watch?"
I nodded and he sank down into an armchair,
wrenching it so he was close enough to reach out and touch
if he wanted to. I eyed him anxiously, remembering the last
time we'd been together and he had ripped into me.
Gaine gave me a gentle smile. "Not here to hurt you,
baby girl." Looking at Jude with a hunger in his eyes, he
said, "go on, make our girl feel good."
The mood in the room had shifted. Now, instead of
enjoying one man's attention while the other suffered, I felt
like I was performing in front of an audience. The thought
had me hugging the blanket closer to me.
Jude sat back on his haunches and put a hand on my
knee. "If you need to stop, we can stop."
I looked down at his hard as steel dick. "Really?"
He laughed as he looked down too. "Really. This will go
away on its own, though not for a while. Or I can have a
shower and jerk off." He stood up and tucked the blanket
carefully around me. "We can pick this up when you're more
comfortable."
The fact that he was willing to walk away and that
Gaine hadn't yet made a move toward me relaxed me and I
looked over at Lux. "No, he hasn't had his full punishment
yet."
"Oh, come on!" Lux groaned. "I gave you multiple
orgasms!"
"Lux, shut the fuck up." Jude snapped. Then he bent to
kiss me softly on the lips. "It's up to you, princess. Whatever
you want to do."
I let the blanket slide down my body. "Then let's keep
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She was waking up to the pleasures we could bring her

and as much as I hated Lux for hurting her again, I had to
admit that it was his fuck up that had brought me to this
place, between her legs. I lapped at her sweet juices,
hungry for more, my cock straining to reach her. She'd come
once already, but I wasn't about to traumatize her with
anything until she'd enjoyed at least one more.
It didn't take long. She was so responsive, her pussy
soaking wet as my fingers squelched in and out of her soft
heat. I curved them to stroke that spongy bit of her that
made her leap and arch her hips. Sucking her clit between
my teeth, I felt her clench around my fingers and then
explode. A flood of cum poured out of her, soaking my face
and the sofa beneath her, surprising me.
"Forgot to tell you, she's a squirter," Lux grumbled from
his chair. He was dying over there, Eva within his reach, but
unable to touch her. I grinned at him.
"A pleasant surprise," I assured her when she flushed
and peered down at me.
"Fuck." Gaine groaned, palming himself over his pants.
He didn't move toward her, though and as I crawled up her
body to feast on her breasts, I saw her watching him with
trepidation. She still didn't trust that we weren't going to
rape her.
"Princess, I'm dying to be inside you right now."
She nodded. "But, condom."
"Of course," I kissed her lips and was about to go get a
condom when Gaine handed me one. It took seconds to put
it one and then I was nudging at her center. "You sure?"
She giggled, "Yes. You can come inside me, Jude."
My name on her lips sounded so perfect. She trusted
me. That filled me with a warmth that whipping a woman
had never given me. I still wanted desperately to mark her
skin, but for now we would do things her way. I didn't want
to betray that trust.
My cock slid into her like it was made for her and she
moaned in pleasure as I bottomed out. It was all I could do
not to start pounding into her, but then her beautiful eyes
opened and she looked up at me. "Fuck me hard, Jude."
Fuck. There was no resisting now. My hips moved on
their own, slowly at first and then faster and more
punishingly. She kept her eyes open, staring up at me and I
was able to read the arousal there. She grunted every time I
struck deep inside, but her eyes didn't convey pain, only
pleasure.
"This okay, princess?" I managed to get out.
She nodded. "Yes, oh god, yes."
Gaine had his hand in his jeans now. I could see from
the corner of my eye that he was rubbing himself, but
refusing to pull it out in case she might get upset.
Eva noticed too. Her head turned and she watched him
for a moment. I could have sworn she got even wetter
watching his hand working. She looked up at me, nostrils
flaring.
"Gaine," her soft voice had him jerking his hand out of
his pants like a boy caught at school. "Take it out. I want to
see you."
 His hands scrambled to undo his jeans and yank them
down, his massive cock springing free. I couldn't believe
she'd taken him first that night so long ago. The man was a
monster. Now, he scooted to the edge of the chair, gently
stroking.
I slowed my pace so she could pay him some attention
and she clamped hard around me. If I didn't slow down, I'd
be coming in seconds, so I slid slowly out of her and rubbed
my tip up and down her slit until she cried out and came
again.
Gaine grinned at me. "More for our girl."
Eva's attention was back on me. "Inside. I want you IN
me, not outside,” she whined.
"You got it, princess." I lifted her legs so they rested on
my shoulders and shoved a pillow under her hips, getting
her at just the right angle. Then I plunged back in, wringing
a scream from her.
"Do that again!" she gasped, her fingers digging into
my biceps. And I did. Over and over until we tipped over the
precipice together and I spilled deep inside her as her pussy
milked me for every drop of come.
As she finished, Gaine erupted, painting her breasts
with his come and grunting as he did so. Eva watched him
with heavily lidded eyes, still coming down from her final
orgasm and I felt her pussy fluttering around me. It excited
her to see him come. That thought made me smile. Maybe
there was a way this could work after all.

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I was exhausted. The sex with Jude had been incredible

and all the more so for the addition of Gaine. I never
thought I'd be the type of person who would enjoy getting
off with an audience, but there you have it. I was a true and
proper slut, thanks to these men.
My body was sated and worn out. The fact that I'd slept
all night didn't even seem to have an impact as I staggered
upright from the sofa. Jude scooped me up and carried me
into the bathroom where he turned the shower to hot and
stepped in with me. I leaned against his strong chest and let
him lather and rinse my body. He scrubbed my hair and
conditioned it and nearly put me to sleep with his gentle
scalp massage. Then he quickly cleaned himself.
"You're still hard," I observed, running my soapy hands
over his chest. His erection was poking me in the belly.
"Hard again. Nothing like washing a beautiful woman to
make this guy stand up again," he chuckled.
"Isn't that uncomfortable? To just be hard all the time?"
"Nah, but it does make me want to be inside you
again."
I looked at him nervously and he laughed. "Don't worry,
I know you're not ready for another round."
"Okay, good. I loved it, but I am feeling it," I told him
honestly. "Is Gaine going to be upset?"
 "He's fine, princess. Don't worry about him. Or me. Or
Lux." He kissed my forehead and turned off the water. "Let's
get you dressed and rested up."
Lux was still tied to the chair, scowling, when I darted
naked into my room. Jude had assured me there was
something to wear there and when I entered, I saw a bag on
the bed. Opening it, I found three t-shirts and three pairs of
leggings, as well as a lacy bra and a package of sexy red
and black panties. Gaine must have brought them in when I
was in the shower.
I dressed quickly, choosing a pair of black leggings to
match the black underwear and pulled a grey t-shirt on that
had a tiger head snarling on the front of it. Then I stepped
out into the main room again.
"I learned my lesson, little mouse, let me out of this
chair," Lux pleaded. "I need a cold shower after that show
you put on."
Jude, already dressed and picking up the clothes we'd
left strewn on the floor, looked at me. "What do you say,
princess? Should we let him suffer more or put him out of
his misery?"
"Let him go," I said. Then I turned to face Lux. "But no
more manipulations, no more photos, and only what I allow,
got it?"
He looked like a petulant child as he frowned. "What
about knives?"
"No knives." I shivered at the memory of his blade
cutting through my skin. "I don't think I'll ever be okay with
that."
"I can make you be fine with it." His lips curved into a
mischievous smile.
"Lux, seriously?" I glared at him and he pursed his lips
in an attempt not to smile. His eyes still danced though.
"You can't tame the crazy out of this one, we've tried,"
Jude said. He pulled out a large knife and sliced through the
ropes holding Lux in place.
 "Ahh, sweet relief," Lux groaned, rubbing his chafed
wrists. I hadn't realized Jude had tied him so tightly. There
were dark red rings around his wrists and his fingers were
pale.
"Shit, are your hands going to be okay?" I grabbed his
fingers. They were cool to the touch.
"He's fine," Jude said from behind me. "He got what he
deserved, for now."
"You cut off his circulation."
"Almost." Jude smiled down at me. "I know how to tie a
knot that won't completely destroy the enemy."
"Now I'm the enemy?" Lux stood up, wobbly on his
legs. "You should be thanking me, brother. Without me, you
wouldn't have had a chance to fuck her again." He shook his
head in annoyance and stalked off to the bathroom.
Half an hour later, I was watching the news when Lux
strode out of the bathroom, stark naked, his cock bouncing
around in front of him. "Took me three rounds to get it
down," he told me. "That's on you."
"You can die of blue balls for all I care," I told him. "You
took photos of me and shared them."
He shook his head and disappeared into one of the
bedrooms, reappearing shortly fully dressed.
"We've got a plan, so it's time to head out," Gaine told
us. "Jude, Lux, grab your gear."
"Wait, I want to go with you." I stood up, turning off the
television.
"No." Gaine's voice was flat.
"This is my fight. I want to be there when Lorenzo goes
down. He killed MY family and I deserve to watch him
suffer."
"Then we'll bring him back to the dungeon for you,
baby girl, but you're not coming."
"What about the files?" I asked. "I can get them faster
than you can. I know where to go. And if they're not there, I
can figure out where they are."
 Gaine whirled; his eyes dark. "You are not coming with
us, Eva. Stop asking."
"But . . "
"Stay," Lux commanded, with a twinkle in his eye. He
already had a black backpack on and was ready to go.
Jude emerged from a room, shoving a gun into a
holster that he covered with a denim jacket. He looked like a
regular guy, ready to go for a walk, with a camo bag on his
back. He came over to me and kissed my lips gently. "Stay
put, princess."
"Jude, I want to go."
"I know, but it's just not a good idea. You need to stay
here, safe and sound."
Then they were gone, up the stairs and out into the
warehouse. I heard the distant sound of their bikes as they
rode away, leaving me to fume in the suddenly empty
bunker. It felt like a prison without the men there. I
wandered around and finally settled on the laptop that Jude
had left on the desk.
Opening the computer, I found that it was locked.
Growling in frustration, I tried typing each of the men's
names, but nothing worked. I didn't know enough about
Jude to guess at any other passwords, so I left the desk and
snooped in their rooms. There were three rooms in total
here, obviously one for each guy. Mine seemed to be Jude's,
because Lux and Gaine had been sleeping in the other two.
I headed into Lux's room first. It was decorated in in
deep red and black, which made it feel gloomy and a little
bloody. He had a corkboard on one wall with Polaroids on it.
When I looked a little closer, I realized they were faces, all
dead. At least a few were decapitated and when I saw that, I
turned away. This was serial killer territory.
He had a desk and there was nothing much in it, a pad
of paper, a couple of pens and a knife. The desk itself was
carved with random symbols and letters and the wall by the
door had several sections of lines cut into it, like he'd been
kept prisoner in here. His space made me shudder. It was
creepy, to say the least.
His nightstand was carved up, too and there was a
bottle of lube sitting on it, beside the lamp. In the drawer, I
found condoms, two penknives, and a notebook. Feeling
that reading his notes was too intrusive and a little afraid of
what I would actually find there, I left the notebook
untouched. The closet had a handful of clothes, but it was
obvious he didn't spend much time here.
Gaine's room was stark gray, pale and simple, with
white baseboards. The bed was done in black bedding and
he had some books set on a shelf by the bed, as well as a
few others stacked beside his bed. A quick perusal showed
they were mostly military thrillers.
"Didn't take you for a reader, Gaine," I said aloud, just
to break the creepy silence down here. I opened his bedside
table and found more condoms, as well as lube, two
vibrators, and handcuffs. It made me wonder how many
women were brought to the safehouse. Wasn't the point of a
safehouse to have a place no one knew about?
The rest of Gaine's space was pretty basic. He had
three changes of clothes in the closet, plus a pair of military
boots. There wasn't much else to indicate who lived in the
room. I never would have guessed it was Gaine's space, but
that did make sense, since the guys apparently didn't use
this area much.
Wandering back to my room, which I assumed was
Jude's, I started looking at the items there. It was a pretty
sparse space, too. His drawer had the same condoms as the
other two, plus a Chicken Soup for the Soul book, a book on
knots and his closet held three different whips, as well as
several loops of rope. I wondered if they always brought
someone to the safehouse with them. They certainly
seemed prepared for sex at any moment. My brain
wandered to Gaine sucking my juices off Jude's fingers and I
wondered if they ever played with each other. Jude's
penchant for whips and Lux's love of knife play seemed like
they'd work well together. Maybe I'd ask when they got
back.
The day passed slowly. I watched TV, but it was still
boring without anyone to watch with. It was nearly seven
when I realized that the day had disappeared. Without any
windows, time was just an illusion down here. It took me a
few minutes to adjust my mind to the actual time of day,
then I got up and went to the fridge.
I hadn't eaten anything since this morning and my
stomach let me know it wasn't too happy with that state of
affairs. There was another steak in the fridge, so I decided
to cook that up with a salad. It wasn't as good as the one
Gaine had cooked, but it was still pretty delicious with some
seasoning on it.
By nine, I was bored enough to crawl into bed. Laying
there, I wondered what the men were doing and how close
they were to getting Lorenzo. The idea of that man terrified
me, particularly if the rest of his family realized that I'd had
something to do with his death. They would never stop
hunting me down and I suspected that three hitmen would
be nothing against a group of bloodthirsty mafia.
My thoughts turned to this morning and the wonderful
sensations Jude had given me. Just remembering his lips
between my legs made me wet and my fingers crept down
to rub my clit. It didn't feel as good as his fingers and
tongue, but it certainly sparked something.
Rolling over, I dug in the drawer for one of the vibrators
I'd seen there. It was purple and bumpy. Sniffing it, I smelled
only the silicon and decided it was clean enough to use. I
turned it on and held it against my slit, writhing at the
vibrations strumming through me. This was more like it. My
mind fell into the memory of Jude's ministrations there and I
climbed rapidly to a climax.
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The plan was simple. We would get to Eva's old home

and find the files her father had collected, then hunt down
Lorenzo. My plan had been to get rid of him right then and
there, but Eva's insistence meant we would be bringing the
man back to our dungeon and then decide from there how
to frame his death.
Lux was antsy. We'd flown to Chicago to ensure we
arrived in a timely manner and he had been twisting and
twitching the entire time. It was a wonder they hadn't
thrown him off the plane.
As soon as we landed, we rented a car and headed for
the house that Eva had shown us on Google Maps. Just
thinking of how pissed she was that we weren't taking her
made me smile.
"We all going in?" Jude asked as we passed the house
for the second time, taking a good look at it. The place still
looked empty, but there was a for sale sign in the yard.
"Yeah, we'll come back at night." I decided, noting the
curious neighbors. "Let's see if we can find Lorenzo."
The man himself wasn't hard to find. He spent his days
at his father's office, a probable front, appearing as a real
estate office. I parked across the street and we watched the
pretty receptionist typing away on the computer. A few
people came and went, entering the back office, but none of
them were our guy. He came out of the back room at 5
sharp, gave the receptionist a very non-professional kiss
and headed outside. A car picked him up and I pulled out a
minute later to follow him through the city.
"Let's just get rid of him here," Lux grumbled from the
back seat. "I'll make it look like a random mugging."
"Tempting, but our princess would have a fit," Jude
said.
"How are we even getting him back to the dungeon?"
Lux asked. "We can't drag him on a plane. It will take days
to drive back. I say we do it, take pictures and let her fuss
about it after the fact."
"He's not wrong," I mused.
"She deserves closure," Jude pointed out. "He killed her
entire family."
"Her father did that. Idiot." Lux tapped his long fingers
on the window. "He's going into that restaurant."
"Fancy," Jude said as I pulled up in front of the
restaurant. It was one of the places where you'd need a gold
card just to get a reservation. There was no way we'd be
following him in there, so I found a parking spot and left the
others in the car while I stalked our prey.
Bianchi had chosen a window seat, so I could easily
observe him while leaning against the closed pastry shop
across the way. He was with a blonde woman, pretty
enough, but nowhere near as lovely as Eva. I watched as he
stroked the woman's cheek, fed her oysters from the shell
and generally fawned over her. It was pathetic. Considering
that a few weeks ago, he'd tied the knot with Eva, it seemed
like he was awfully confident that she wasn't going to be an
issue.
Heading back to the car, I slid in quickly and pulled
away from the restaurant.
"What's going on?" Jude asked, ever observant.
"Something's wrong. Don't ask me what, but my gut
says something is not right here . . . he's wining and dining
a girl, flirting with the secretary, but he's already married to
Eva."
"He thinks she's dead or about to be," Lux snarled from
the backseat. He grabbed our seats and hauled himself up
between them so his head jutted into the front seat. "We
have to take him down."
"We have to find out what he's up to," Jude said slowly.
"What if she was right and he did follow her? Or his men
did."
"I still don't think that explosion was a Bianchi move," I
responded. "But something is going on. Let's get the files
and figure out our next steps from there."
"Kill him and get back to our girl," Lux said petulantly.
"This is stupid."
Neither of us responded. I drove back to the
neighborhood and parked in a shadowy area. Then we
walked to the house, staying in the shadows and headed for
the backyard, where Eva said the shed was. The door was
broken when we arrived, hanging on its hinges.
"This doesn't look good," Jude muttered.
I turned on my penlight and stepped inside. Everything
had been taken out of the shed, but stains and lighter
patches here and there showed where barrels and tools had
stood. Recalling Eva's instructions, I counted four boards out
from the back right corner and pressed on the end of the
floorboard there.
The opposite end lifted just slightly and then Lux was
there with his knife, prying the board up. He pulled it away
and revealed the space below the floorboards. There was a
plastic bag down there and I gingerly reached in to pick it
up.
"Flash drive," Jude said when my light hit the bag.
"That must be it."
"There's nothing else in there, so it better be." I stood
while Lux fitted the board back into place and we slipped
quietly back into the night. Our next stop was a hotel where
I booked a suite and called the local chapter to see if they
had a girl for us. Lux was going nuts, pacing and dancing
around with that wild look in his eye. That look meant he
either got laid or got in a fight and I'd rather not draw
attention to him tonight.
The girl arrived just before midnight, a leggy brunette
with skimpy clothes. "I hear you want a pain slut," she
purred. "Who's the lucky guy, or are you tag teaming?"
"You're with him tonight," Jude jerked a finger at Lux,
who was spinning a knife in his fingers. He silently led her
into the other room and Jude sat down at the table with me.
We'd ordered burgers from room service and dug into them
now as we talked over our options.
"We're going to have to keep an eye on him for a
while," Jude said. "At least until we can figure out what is
going on. Is he really this blasé about everything or does he
have someone after her?"
"If he does have a plan to take her out, how would he
know where she is?" I mused.
Jude ran his hand through his hair and groaned. "We
need to know if the house was him or someone else."
"So, we go back?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No, we get someone else on it." Jude frowned. "Fuck, I
don't know who would be able to figure it out."
"We didn't look any closer before because we thought
for sure it was the Black Crows." I shrugged. "There may be
more evidence than we're aware of. Call your contact at the
fire department and let's see if they can go back in and do
another run."
Jude nodded. "I'll call him in the morning."
From the bedroom, a feminine yelp was heard and then
Lux stormed out, naked as the day he was born. "She's not
Eva." He looked fierce and angry, throwing his knife at the
wall, where it stuck firmly.
"I'm sorry, does anyone else want a go?" The girl
looked worried, standing naked in the doorway.
 "Nah, you can head out." I pulled out my wallet and
paid her. "Thanks for coming out."
Lux sat down at the table, grabbing a burger and
sinking his teeth into it. "That bitch has ruined us all with
her pretty cunt. That I'm probably never going to be allowed
near again." He downed a soft drink and sighed.
"Chill out, Lux. You fucked up, but if she can give us a
chance after all that went down that first night, I'm pretty
sure you'll get a third chance," Jude said. "Now, can you
throw some underwear on at least? I don't want your ass
smeared all over the furniture."
"Fine." Lux leapt up and headed back into the
bedroom, balls swinging, hamburger in hand. He didn't
reappear and we decided to turn in, too.
"Wonder how our girl is doing?" I flopped down on my
bed and Jude took the one on the other side of the room.
We'd long since agreed that it was best if Lux was left to
bunk on his own, given his tendency to wake up with a knife
in his hand.
"We can check." He gave me a guilty smile. "I hooked
the cameras into my phone."
"You sneaky fucker."
He got up and sat on the edge of my bed, tapping at
his phone and then holding it so we could both see. Eva was
sound asleep in her bed, Jude's bed, one arm flung out
across the bed, the other curled up by her face. She looked
angelic when she was sleeping.
"Let's see what she was doing earlier." He scrolled back
and then chuckled. "Naughty girl." Turning the phone, he
showed me the video of Eva reaching into his drawer and
pulling out a vibrator. She brought it to her nose and then
slid it under the blanket. There was no sound, but we could
watch her squirming and gasping and finally, arching her
hips up and throwing her head back as she came. She fell
asleep shortly after, the vibrator left on the table beside the
bed.
 "Well, I'm pretty sure we just landed ourselves in hot
water with her if she ever finds out we watched her get
herself off," I shook my head. "Who do you think she was
thinking of?"
"Me, obviously." Jude winked and headed back to his
bed. The sight of Eva writhing on that bed had me heading
into the bathroom to take care of the rock-hard cock that
wouldn't let me sleep. It took two rounds of spurting my
cum into the toilet to finally get the monster calmed down
and I headed back to bed.
Tomorrow, we'd figure out what was going on with
Bianchi and make sure Eva was safe.

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 Alone

It had been three days. Three days of complete

solitude. I desperately wished for a phone so I could talk to
the guys or anyone, really. There was just no way to talk to
anyone. I tried every password idea that came into my head
in an attempt to unlock Lux's computer, but nothing
worked.
Hours of watching mindless television and more
playing with the vibrators in Jude's drawers filled the rest of
my time. That and exercising. I took to doing sprints back
and forth across the main room, doing sit-ups and pushups
and every other exercise I could think of that didn't require
equipment. At the rate I was going, I was pretty sure I'd be
prison ripped by the time they came back.
The food was dwindling slowly, but there was still
plenty to survive on. I figured I had a week of fresh food and
a couple weeks of frozen and dry. That set my mind to
thinking about Lorenzo and his team of angry hit men. What
if they killed my guys? What if I was stuck here forever and
died of starvation down here.
The thought was enough to send me scurrying for the
stairs. To my relief the door opened when I turned the
handle, but I left my shoe in the door to ensure it didn't
close in case it locked from outside. I was pretty sure that it
would lock that way, or else it wasn't a very secure
safehouse.
My other shoe stopped the door at the top of the stairs
and I stepped out into the warehouse. It was huge and cold
as I padded in my bare feet across the concrete. The big
door that had rolled up for the motorcycles was firmly in
place now, blocking the outdoors. There were windows
along the opposite side though, high up. I climbed the metal
stairs, wincing at the feel of the treads against my bare skin.
On the catwalk above the main floor, I could look out the
windows and see the sunshine outside. It was nice to
confirm that it was actually daylight out. In the basement
bunker, it was impossible to know if the sun was up, despite
what the clock said.
There was movement outside and I froze, watching.
The area behind the warehouse was overgrown with bushes.
I assumed to make it look more abandoned, but something
was out there. Probably just an animal. They would like all
those tall weeds and bushes, I assured myself.
Still, I wasn't going to stick around and find out. After a
few minutes with no further movement, I scurried back
down the stairs and hurried into the bunker again, feeling
like a terrified child as I pulled my shoes out of the doors
and let them close securely behind me. There was
something to be said for being locked up in a place like this.
No matter what was out there, it wasn't getting in here.
"Can't catch me, I'm the gingerbread man," I sang to
myself, as I used the last of the salad ingredients to make a
grilled chicken salad. The solitude was definitely getting to
me.
There was a thump upstairs and I froze. Were the guys
back? That sound could be the door opening to let the
motorcycles in. There was too much concrete between the
upstairs and the down to allow much noise in, but I was
pretty sure I would hear the bikes if they came in. There was
nothing and finally, I opened the downstairs door and crept
up to listen at the door that led to the warehouse. There was
definitely someone or something out there.
Scraping noises and thumps sounded from the other
side of the door. I swallowed hard. If the men were back,
they were taking their time coming to see me. My gut told
me it wasn't them and I didn't dare open the door to
confirm. Finally, the noises died down and silence fell.
Whoever it was, they'd left, it seemed.
Feeling a little relieved, I assured myself it was just
some teenagers breaking in to add to the graffiti. I headed
back into the bunker and amused myself for the rest of the
day by watching silly reality shows. Every few hours, I
slipped up to listen at the door again, but there was
nothing.
By the time I fell asleep that night, I'd all but dismissed
the noises as a temporary intruder and nothing serious. The
noises never came back, so I just continued as I had, eating,
sleeping, and masturbating to memories of my men. I
wasn't sure when I'd started thinking of them as mine, but
somewhere in the haze of days, they'd become more than
just my accidental kidnappers.
On day seven, I decided it was time to venture out.
Something might have happened to them. Surely, they
would have been in touch by now? I still had food, though
the fridge was empty. Now I was eating pasta and oatmeal
for nearly every meal, with the occasional can of chili.
"If you guys don't get back here soon, I'm leaving," I
threatened aloud, as if they could hear me. "I'm not sitting
here and waiting for Lorenzo to find me."
I'd taken to talking aloud, because the silence was just
too much. The days stretched out longer and longer the
more I stayed here and I felt like I'd already seen every
reality show episode in existence, as well as all the 90's
movies that were on constant showing on TV.
It was late, nearly nine, when I decided to turn in for
the night, after a Halloween movie marathon that had me
jumping at shadows. Just to be sure, I left the light in the
kitchen on when I went to bed. There was no one here to
save me from masked intruders with a penchant for torture,
but I took the butcher knife with me and put it on my
nightstand, just in case.
"If you guys ever come back, I'm going to stab you," I
muttered at the ceiling. "Abandoning me like this was not
cool."
Sleep overtook me quickly, despite all the horror
movies running through my mind and I dreamed of
Lorenzo's men killing my family again, my baby sister
screaming as they shot my mother and then her tiny body.
As usual with these dreams, I jerked awake in a cold
sweat, shivering and crying. My shirt was stuck to my skin,
plastered there with the sweat. It was impossible to go back
to sleep, so I staggered to the bathroom and peeled my
damp clothes off, stepping under the cool spray of the
shower and scrubbing the nightmare away.
"Day eight, motherfuckers!" I screamed at the ceiling.
"If you don't get your asses back here by noon, I'm out of
here."
It was only three in the morning, but I wasn't about to
go back to sleep, so I curled up on the couch with the
blanket left there and stared at the television while some
nature documentary played across the screen. Despite
being sad and scared, I fell asleep there, dozing off until a
sudden noise jerked me out of my sleep.
Was that the door? I wasn't sure, but it sounded like it
could be. I slipped up to the upstairs door to listen. Sure
enough, there were motorbikes. I grinned and cracked the
door open, just to check.
Before I could see if my guys were back, there was an
explosion that threw me back into the stairwell. For the
second time in less than a month, I hit my head hard and
everything went black.
 I awoke to heat. Stifling, burning heat, and something
heavy and hot on top of me. It took a minute to realize that
it was the door, blown off its hinges. It was at an angle, so I
managed to wriggle and crawl out from under the heavy
piece of metal. That was when I realized there were flames
everywhere at the top of the stairs.
"Shit." I grabbed my shoe from the other door and put
it on my foot, hobbling inside and letting the door close
behind me. In a few moments, I had a bedspread from
Jude's bed under the shower, soaking it thoroughly, while I
pulled on my other shoe. Sticking my head under the water
long enough to soak my hair, I saw the water run red. There
was no time to waste wrapping my head, though. I took a
deep breath and wrapped myself in the dripping blanket,
then ran to the door again.
I hesitated for a moment. There was little chance of
survival down here, but I had no idea what awaited me
above, either. Another deep breath and I opened the door.
The flames had worsened considerably and I wondered
what they were burning. The warehouse was all but empty,
except for the pallets and the stairwell was concrete and
metal. Pushing myself to move faster, I hurried up the stairs
and ran through the flames, keeping the blanket wrapped
around my body. The main door was open, twisted and
broken halfway down and there were puddles of flaming
liquid spread across the floor of the building.
"Fuck." I ran for the door, my head down as the roof
creaked and groaned overhead. Then I saw it.
A shoe. Lux's shoe, to be more precise. He lay sprawled
to one side, his arm at an awkward angle and blood
dribbling from his mouth. The flames were too close for
comfort, but I threw off the blanket and grabbed his legs,
tugging him toward the door.
Without the blanket hindering my view, I could see his
motorcycle in pieces, scattered across the concrete floor.
The explosion must have ripped it to pieces. I had just
gotten Lux outside the building and onto the dirt parking lot
when I heard more bikes.
Gaine and Jude roared up, skidding to a halt next to us
and leaping off their bikes, their faces twisted in shock.
"Eva!" Jude ran to me, scooping me up in his arms and
staring down at me. "Where are you hurt?"
"I don't know. Help Lux," I urged. "His arm is broken
and I don't even know if he's alive."
"He's alive," Gaine said, touching Lux's neck. "But he's
in bad shape."
Tears started to drip from my eyes without any effort at
all. "He found me again."
"Looks like it." Gaine pulled out his phone and made a
call. Then he looked at me. "Strip, baby girl."
"What?"
"Bianchi has a tracker on you somewhere. That's the
only way he could have known where you were. This
safehouse is completely hidden." His voice was grave.
"I'm wearing the clothes you got me, and Jude's shirt," I
pointed out.
Gaine regarded me with a ferocious look.
Jude suddenly slapped his forehead. "Your shoes,
princess. You've had them all this time."
He was right. They'd hidden them when I was at the
house and being kept a prisoner, but Clout had given them
to me when we went to the store. I sat down on the dirt
beside Lux, touching his cheek to ensure he was still alive,
then I pulled my shoes off.
Gaine grabbed one shoe and Jude the other. They
started to tear them apart and, in a moment, Jude held up a
small chip he'd found when he pried the sole off the shoe.
"Got it. That bastard was tracking her."
"No wonder he looked so smug." Gaine growled.
Lux groaned and tried to sit up, yelping when he
moved his broken arm. "What the fuck?" he glared around at
us. "Another fucking explosion? That's it, little mouse, that
man is getting torn limb from limb and I'm doing it myself."
"Stay still," I urged him. "You're hurt."
"So are you," he said, reaching his good hand up to
touch the back of my head. It came away bloody. "Why the
hell didn't someone help her? I have to do everything
around here." He twisted and used his good hand to push
himself into a sitting position and then looked over at the
open warehouse door.
"Lux, stay still. Fox is sending a car," Gaine told him.
But Lux was struggling to his feet already, his face
furious. "That motherfucker nearly killed my girl, twice! He
fucked with me, he killed Clout and now my bike is fucked
up. Don't you tell me to stay still," he roared at Gaine. Then
he turned to me and pulled his shirt off one handedly,
pressing it to my head. "Hang on, little mouse, we'll stop the
bleeding."
"I didn't realize," Jude muttered, looking annoyed at his
lack of noticing the blood.
Now that we were outside, I was feeling a bit woozy, so
I encouraged Lux to sit down with me so we could rest in the
dirt. Jude strode to the fire and threw the chip and both my
shoes into the largest puddle of fuel, where they rapidly
burned and melted away into nothing.
"I'll make sure it gets out that you were killed in the
fire," Jude said. "Then we can make it look like a complete
accident when Bianchi turns up dead.
"Guess we'll be calling you Megan after all," Lux
grinned at me.
Fox pulled up just then on his bike, with the same car
that had picked Clout and me up from the other explosion.
He eyed me with distaste and then turned to my guys. "You
sure you want to keep going with this? She's clean, she can
take off now and take the danger elsewhere."
"She's staying," Lux snapped. "She's mine. Ours."
 Fox turned his fierce glare on me and shook his head.
“Chick’s got a golden pussy or what?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Lux growled, lurching to his feet.
Jude stepped in front of him, a hand on his brother’s
chest.
"We'll come back to the clubhouse so Crick can get
these two fixed up and we'll be out of here." Gaine told his
boss.
Fox nodded and helped Lux into the car. Then he
mounted his bike again and gave me another scathing look
as he tore out of the parking lot.
"Ignore him," Jude told me. "He doesn't know what we
know."
I shrugged. "It's fine." The adrenaline was wearing off
and the pain setting in, so I didn't protest when Gaine
scooped me up in his arms and hugged me against his chest
as he carried me to the car. He set me in the backseat, with
Lux. Miles greeted me with a warm smile and we left the
parking lot, headed back to the clubhouse.
To my surprise, Miles took a longer route, driving much
further than I thought we were from the clubhouse. "Where
are we going?"
"He's making sure no one follows us," Lux told me,
snuggling against me, with his head in my lap. He cradled
his broken arm. "Are you hurting?"
"Yeah, but nothing's broken."
"Good." He yawned and then groaned as we bounced
over a speedbump. "Easy, Speedy Gonzales!"
"Sorry," Miles responded.
"How did you get caught in the blast and not the
others?" I asked the question that had been pestering me
since I'd seen only him on the floor.
"We figured out that Bianchi had men on you," he
muttered. "The guys were taking too long, so I raced ahead.
Didn't even think about a booby trap, but the door was
rigged. I lifted it and pulled in and the whole place blew."
 "I heard noises a couple days after you left, but I
thought it was just teens or something, doing graffiti," I told
him.
"Looks like it was his men. They must have known you
were there, but couldn't find you, so they set it up to blow
you up when you opened the door." He frowned. "They
poured gas or something all over the ground."
"Not gas," I shook my head and pain shot through my
skull. "That would have evaporated."
"I saw . . . balloons before the explosion."
My heart sank. "Shit, that's exactly what he did to one
of my father's contacts. Balloons everywhere, full of fuel,
and when the place went up, the balloons burst and the fuel
spilled."
We pulled up to the clubhouse and Gaine picked me up
again, while Jude helped Lux into the building. As soon as
we got inside, Ruby ran over.
"Are you okay? I thought they must have found you,
but then we didn't hear anything else." Her eyes flew to my
neck, where blood was trickling down, despite the shirt I was
still holding there. "Oh my god, you are hurt!"
"Just a bump," I told her. "It doesn't feel as bad as last
time."
She didn't look like she believed me, but followed us
down the hall to Crick's office. Fox was already there,
waiting for us and he ensured Lux went in first. I didn't
mind. I was exhausted. The lack of sleep and the events of
the morning had me nodding off as I sat in a chair to wait.
"Why didn't you tell me she had another head injury?"
Crick was yelling. Someone was shaking me and I dragged
my eyes open, pain thumping through my head, the light
piercing my skull like a knife through my eyes.
"Ow, stop it," I muttered, swiping at a hand on my
shoulder. Gaine stopped shaking me, but Crick was already
crouched in front of me, shining a light in my eyes. It hurt
and I twisted my head out of his grip. "I'm fine, just really
tired."
"Of course, you're tired, you've got your second
concussion in three weeks." He glared at Fox and then
jerked his head at Gaine. "Get her on my table."
"Where's Lux?" I asked, letting my eyes drift closed
again.
"I'm right here, little mouse," his voice came from
somewhere across the room and then Gaine was scooping
me up and making my stomach lurch.
"I'm going to puke," I gasped, trying to twist out of his
arms. He was too strong for me, though, striding through
the door into the clinic and setting me on the table. Crick
held a bucket under me and I emptied my stomach into it.
"Sorry," I murmured, still not daring to open my eyes
against the bright lights.
"If you're going to keep a girl, you can't keep breaking
her!" Crick scolded and I heard Gaine growl at my side.
"I'm fine." I opened my eyes a slit and looked up at
him. "It's not even as bad as last time."
"No, it's worse. You're slurring your words," he
snapped. "Let me look." The man's expert fingers peeled
back my hair and poked and prodded until he found what he
was looking for. Even Gaine hissed through his teeth when
Crick parted the hair to reveal the injury.
"Stitches?" Lux asked perkily. I wondered if he'd
grabbed drugs while he was having his turn. He was
sporting a nice cast and a few bandages, but he looked
happier than ever.
"Definitely," Crick responded. He peered down at me.
"Are you okay if they stay?"
"Yeah." My eyes closed again and the throbbing in my
head increased. I barely even felt the prick of the needle in
my skin. "Can you give me something for the pain?"
"Just did," he told me. "You won't feel the stitches."
 "I mean the pain inside my head," I told him. A
moment later, he was injecting something into my butt
cheek and then back to my head, where he poked and
prodded some more.
The medication he'd given me worked fast and the
throbbing pain dulled to a mere nuisance. I was still so tired,
though. As he worked on the back of my head, I drifted off
to sleep.

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She was tough, my little mouse. I watched as Crick

stitched her up and she slept right through it. Crick's face
was stern as he bandaged the area he'd had to shave away
and then looked at us.
"I'm serious. She gets hurt again; it might be
permanent. You need to keep her resting, no television, no
reading, and above all, no fucking stress." He looked at me
with narrowed eyes. "That means no knives, Lux."
"I haven't used knives on her since that first day!" I
protested. "I'm not her source of stress, her husband is."
"What?" He eyed us suspiciously, like one of us had run
off and gotten hitched without telling anyone.
"It's a long story," Jude said, "But she's got people after
her. We'll do our best to keep her calm and quiet."
"And protected," I chimed in. No one paid attention to
me though. Typical. I was the only one really looking after
her and they all ignored me.
Crick walked us all through how to care for our girl,
then Gaine gently lifted her in his arms and carried her out
to the car. I resented having to ride on four wheels, but
between the broken arm and the blown-up bike, it was
unlikely I'd be riding in the near future.
Frustrated, I sat next to Miles, while Eva lay across the
back seat, sound asleep. She was beautiful like this. She
was beautiful all the time, but watching her sleep was a
special kind of heaven. I could live like this, just sitting next
to her sleeping body. Well, as long as she woke up to fuck
once in a while.
Jude had chosen our next place to stay, a luxurious
hotel that was an hour away from the clubhouse. I wasn't
sure that was the best idea, to be so far from Crick, but at
the same time, it ensured our club wasn't in danger from
Bianchi and his men. Though Jude had plans to make it look
like Eva had died in the explosion.
"Gaine is getting us checked in," Jude said as he
opened the back door. "We're in the penthouse."
"Fancy, fancy," I grinned and hopped out of the car. It
was a great day to be alive. Nothing like almost getting
blown up to make your adrenaline race.
We headed up to the penthouse when Gaine came out
of the lobby. It was a relief to sink onto the comfortable sofa
in the living area of the suite.
"Lux, you really need a shower," Jude pointed out. He'd
just emerged from one of the bedrooms, where he'd put Eva
to bed.
"I have no clothes." I told him. "All my stuff is blown up
in one place or another."
"I'll get clothing for everyone," Miles said. "Eva, too."
"Thanks, Miles." Gaine handed him a credit card and
sat down at the table. "This has been a day."
Jude stretched and then grabbed the case that Miles
had brought in. His laptop was ever ready to work and he
set it up on the table, beginning to type rapidly. I closed my
eyes and took a nap. There was time to clean up later.

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 Back from the Dead

Everything hurt. I didn't even want to open my eyes,

because even my eyelids hurt. But finally, I peeled them
back enough to see that I was in yet another room.
Someone had put me on a giant bed. I wasn't even sure it
could be considered a king; it was so massive. From the
bedding and the heavy drapes, I thought it might be a hotel,
but it seemed almost too fancy for that.
"She's awake!" Lux burst in through the door with a
huge grin on his face. "Welcome back to the land of the
living, baby!"
"Thanks. Keep it down."
"Sorry," he whispered. "Your head hurts, huh? Don't
worry, we got the good stuff from Crick." He pointed to a
bottle on the nightstand.
"Lux, fuck off," Jude dragged him out of the room and
shut the door behind him, then walked over to me and
perched on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling,
princess?"
"Like an explosion threw me down a stairwell," I told
him. "Lux said that's for pain?"
"Yes." He hurried to get me water from the ensuite
bathroom and gently lifted me with a strong arm behind my
back so I could take the pill he dropped into my palm. He
lifted the glass of water to my lips and helped me drink,
then lowered me to the bed again.
"Thanks." I looked up at the decorated ceiling. "Where
are we? Another safehouse?"
"Hotel," he said. "We're in the penthouse, so no one is
getting up here without advance warning."
"They could just explode the whole place," I pointed
out.
Jude smiled at me, a friendly, warm smile. "Doubt that
will happen. Bianchi thinks you're dead."
"How?"
"An unidentified woman's body was discovered in the
stairwell of the building, burned beyond recognition, but all
indications point to her being in her early twenties."
I stared at him. "Tell me you didn't kill someone to
seem like I died."
"Of course not. We have bodies ready to go." Lux
chirped from the doorway.
"You what?" I gasped.
Jude chuckled. "Princess, we kill people for a living. We
have bodies to spare. We freeze them until we need them if
it's someone who won't be missed."
"You just happened to have a woman like me in your
freezer?"
He nodded, completely unconcerned.
"That's . . . creepy. And who was she?"
"No one you need to worry about. She was a job that
we handled a couple years back."
"You've had her in your freezer for two years?" I yelped.
Gaine came charging in, his scowl firmly in place.
"What part of no stress did you not understand, Jude?"
Jude raised his hands. "She's creeped out by the body
we used."
Gaine raised an eyebrow at me. "It was the best way to
make Bianchi think you're dead. Do you have a better idea?"
"I don't know, someone from the morgue?"
 "She was from the morgue," Lux piped up, dancing
further into the room. "Our morgue."
I shook my head and winced. "That's . . . it's wrong."
Lux sprawled on the bed beside me and rolled over to
look at me. "Little mouse, are you worried we'll kill you?"
"I wasn't until just now."
"We would never do that to you," Lux told me seriously.
"We like it rough and I like to do a little cutting, but we'd
never kill you."
"Good to know." I sighed and wriggled into a sitting
position. "It just doesn't sit well with me that someone else's
body is going to be forever thought of as mine. I feel bad for
her."
"Don't," Gaine said firmly. "She was a trafficker. She
lured girls into the sex trade and helped get them ready to
sell."
"Okay, that sounds really bad, but then there's you
guys . . . and you kill people. I'm not sure that's less
serious."
Jude kissed my forehead. "We can't make you change
your mind if you hate what we do, but it's not something
we're willing to give up. Keep that in mind. Now, are you
hungry?"
I stared at him. How could he think about food right
now? Then my stomach gave a loud rumble and he flashed
a grin before heading out of the room.
"This isn't over," I yelled after him. "You're bad men!"
"We are," Lux snuggled up to me, putting his head in
my lap. "Very bad."
"The worst," Gaine chuckled. "You'll learn to put up with
us. We're very good at what we do, so we get hired a lot. If
you're sticking around, you need to know that."
"I don't like it."
"And that's too bad," he responded in his deep voice. It
sent rumbles through my body, instantly soaking my
panties.
 When Gaine left the room, I was alone with Lux. He
rolled over so he was looking up at me. "Thank you for
pulling me out of the fire," he said.
"You pissed me off, but I wasn't going to let you die."
"Well, I appreciate it," he yawned.
I ran a hand over his damp hair. He must have just
gotten out of the shower.
"Oh, I forgot. Miles brought you clothes if you want to
shower. Smoke and fire smells good on you, but you might
not like it." He nuzzled my leg, inhaling deeply.
"Yeah, I guess. Am I allowed to shower?" I gingerly
touched the back of my head, which was covered in a thick
gauze pad.
"You are, but you need to eat first." Jude reappeared
with a tray of food. It was far too much for me to eat and
included a bowl of fruit salad, Eggs Benedict, a piece of
chocolate cake, and several tiny sandwiches.
My worries were forgotten as I reached for the cake
first. Lux swiped a finger through the frosting and sucked it
off, moaning obscenely. "We need more sugar in our lives."
"Hands off or you'll have less life," I said, slapping his
hand. The cake was just as good as it looked and I resisted
the urge to moan like Lux had. Instead, I focused on eating
the cake and the Eggs Benedict. Once that was down, I set
aside the tray and slid out of bed.
"Let me know when you're done and I'll rebandage
your head," Jude said, grabbing some clothes from a bag
that Gaine brought into the room. He set them on the
bathroom counter and then watched as I headed into the
massive bathroom and turned on the shower.
"You could join me," I suggested and he gave me a
lopsided grin.
"No fucking, doctor's orders. If I get in that shower with
you, I don't think I'll be able to resist."
"Fine then." I stripped off my smelly clothes and
stepped under the hot spray. "It feels like heaven, though."
 "So do you," Jude murmured, already behind me in the
shower.
"I thought no fucking?"
"I'll have to hold off on the fucking." He filled his hand
with citrus scented bodywash and started washing me. "But
I can't resist touching you."
I leaned back against him, the pain in my head fading
as he ran his hands over my body, thoroughly removing any
scent of smoke from my skin. It took him only a few
minutes, then he moved to my head, guiding me under the
spray to wet my hair and then lathering it carefully. He
avoided the area where my head had been split open and
kept the massaging to a minimum.
"Don't want to start the blood flowing again," he told
me.
I turned to return the favor, but Jude just stepped out of
the shower and grabbed a giant towel to wrap me in. "I
already showered."
He gently dried me and made me feel cared for more
than I had ever been in my life. Even my mother hadn't
dried each strand of hair like he did, careful to avoid the
wound. The soaked bandage came off and once he was
satisfied with the dryness, he quickly applied some gel to it
and covered it with another bandage.
"How bad is it?" I asked. My head throbbed, but inside.
The actual wound didn't feel like much at all.
"Bad enough," he told me. "Let's get you dressed."
Minutes later, I was in comfortable leggings and a
sweatshirt that hung almost to my knees. Leave it to Miles
to ensure I had comfy clothes like the ones I would normally
use. I followed Jude out into the main room and my jaw
dropped. This place was incredible.
"This must be costing you guys a fortune!"
"In case we hadn't mentioned, we're crazy rich," Lux
said nonchalantly from the white leather couch where he
was finishing off the last of the tiny sandwiches.
 "Is that true?" I looked to Jude for the truth.
He nodded. "What we do is high paid work and we're
very, very good at what we do."
"Oh." It made sense. If they were experts at killing
people, I could imagine the money was good. Especially if
you worked for the mafia. "Wait, have you ever done hits for
the mafia before?"
Gaine sat down next to Lux and regarded me seriously.
"Are you really ready to hear answers to that sort of
question?"
"I guess if I’m sticking around, I need to know these
things."
"Then yes, we've worked with many branches of the
mafia. We work mostly in-country, but occasionally, we take
an overseas job."
"Holy shit, you're international hitmen."
Lux laughed. "We're pretty high on the list of expert
killers in the world, little mouse. And now we're on your
side."
"Is that why you all like to be so rough? The whips, the
knives, all that?"
"Nah, I liked that stuff long before I killed anyone," Lux
chuckled. "Blood was always exciting to me. I used to cut
my little brother just to see him bleed."
"So, you were serial killer material as a kid." I frowned.
"Well, I guess, you are a serial killer."
"Technically, we all are," Jude guided me to a chair and
urged me to sit. He took another chair and grinned at me.
"But to answer your question, the interest in pain and
danger was there from a young age. Like Lux, I was testing
out BDSM stuff long before I killed anyone."
"What was your first kill?" I asked, suddenly curious as
to the type of men they were. Killers, yes, but maybe there
was a range of evil. I could justify being with men who killed
only bad guys. Maybe.
 Lux frowned, obviously thinking. Then he grinned. "Oh,
yeah, I killed a guy who tried to steal my dog."
"Your dog?"
"I had a dog. I was 16, this asshole broke into my house
and tried to take it. I stabbed him in the neck."
"And you didn't go to jail?" I was shocked."
"Self-defense, baby. He broke into my house. I just had
to show that I was scared for my life."
I looked at Gaine. "And you?"
"My first kill was a hit. A woman hired me to kill her
ex."
"This is not making you guys sound very good," I
complained.
"Her ex was abusive, that was reason enough for me."
"Okay . . . Jude?"
He shook his head. "My first was the bastard who was
raping my sister. I killed him and went to prison for two
years."
"Was she okay?"
"After some therapy, yeah."
"Don't forget to tell her you killed two more men in
prison," Lux cackled.
"Seriously?"
"Those were hits I was paid for," he admitted. "If you're
looking for redeemable, princess, we're not. We're bad men
and we kill people for money. That's just who we are. We
have our limits, but we work hard and we play hard. What
you saw that first night was our kind of pleasure. We're sorry
we messed up with you, but . ."
Lux interrupted. "Speak for yourself. I've never had
pussy that good. I'm not sorry at all."
Gaine cleared his throat. "I think what Lux is trying to
say is that we are glad for the opportunity to get to know
you."
"Still love the pussy," Lux sang out. He shoved the last
two sandwiches in his mouth and chewed loudly.
 "We all love the pussy, but we really like the woman,
too," Jude said with a cocky grin.
"Gaine doesn't even know if he loves the pussy, he
hasn't had it since that first night," Lux pointed out.
I blushed, but Gaine rumbled "I know."
When I looked up, he gave me a rare twitch of his lips
and winked. "I'm willing to wait however long I have to in
order to get another taste of that sweet pussy."
"Which will be some time, because Eva has to recover
from yet another concussion," Jude said.
"I really don't feel as bad as last time," I insisted. "How
long did Crick say until I'm back to normal?"
"He said nothing strenuous for at least three weeks,"
Gaine informed me. "And we're abiding by that." His tone
was firm and I knew he wouldn’t back down on this one.
"Licking her cunt is not strenuous," Lux said, bouncing
up off the couch. He squatted between my legs. "You forgive
me, right? You'll let me back in there?"
"Maybe, in three weeks." I closed my legs and he
sighed, then started digging around in the mini bar, coming
out with an armful of tiny alcohol bottles.
"Well, I will be in my room, drinking until then," he
stated, stalking off and disappearing behind one of the
doors.
I couldn't help but laugh at his little tantrum. "Guess
we know where his priorities lie."
"Ignore him," Gaine grumbled. "He's being ridiculous."
Leaning back in the chair, I regarded the two men. "So,
back to business. What are we doing about Lorenzo?"
"Bianchi will be eliminated."
"What about his other men? If they were sent to kill
me, they're going to be doubly angry once he's dead," I
pointed out.
"There's no worry about that. Remember, the body?"
"Right." I nodded. "So, he thinks I'm dead right now."
 "Exactly. We'll give him a week to spread that news and
then we'll take him out. It will look like an accident, so no
one will suspect anything and if they do, it won't be you,
because you're dead."
I nodded slowly. The plan made sense, though I was
still uneasy with the fact that another woman's body had
been used as mine. She was already dead, though, and that
part of the plan had already been executed. There was no
going back or erasing it.
"How do you know that he knows?"
"We made sure of it," Jude assured me. "For now, all
you need to do is rest and recover."
"It's going to be tough, in a penthouse suite, with three
hot guys." I pretended to pout.
"It's going to be tough for us," Gaine muttered. "Blue
balls all around."
"Oh, come on, I'm not that sexy," I laughed. "I'm sure
you can exist without jumping my bones. You did just fine
the other day."
"Trust me, that was harder than it looked," he told me,
getting to his feet. "Get some rest. You're not allowed books
or TV for the next week."
"Great. Who's going to entertain me, then?"
"You'll be sleeping for most of it." Jude held up a bottle
of pills. "According to Crick, you need extra sleep to recover,
since this is your second concussion."
"And here I thought you were supposed to stay awake
for concussions."
"Baby girl, you will follow doctor's or I will let Jude
spank you," Gaine rumbled at me.
"Fine." I took the pill that Jude offered me, along with a
glass of orange juice. "Don't kill Lorenzo without me,
though."
"We'll consider it," Gaine responded.
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The next week dragged by. Lux was a grumpy asshole

most of the time, or drunk. The maid refilled the mini bar
and he emptied it as fast as she could add the tiny bottles.
Gaine left the penthouse frequently on club business and
Jude was busy on his computer most of the time. And me? I
just slept, like Crick had ordered. The pills helped, but I
found I was also really tired most of the time. This last blast
had sapped me of my energy.
One morning, I was sitting at the table and eating a
fruit salad in the main room when Jude came out of his room
and called for Lux. Gaine was already at the table and the
other two men joined us.
"We have a job," Jude said, setting his phone on the
table.
"We're on a job, looking after Eva," Lux said, puzzled.
"Fox feels we've spent enough time on this and wants
us back in action. He got a hit order from a pretty big fish."
Jude looked at me. "It's one we can't turn down."
"Fine, we'll do the hit and be right back," Gaine said.
"That's the thing. It's in Italy."
"What?" I stopped eating and stared at Jude. "You're
supposed to go overseas right now?"
His lips tightened and then he nodded. "It's a big job.
One of the biggest we've taken. Fox knew we wouldn't leave
you for anything less."
"So, you're leaving again." I shook my head, which
ached considerably less these days. "I am not interested in
being here alone for another week while you're off doing a
hit."
"We'll bring Sunny over to stay with you," Jude told me.
"That way you won't be alone."
"Great, the two of us can be locked up together," I said
bitterly. Leaving the half-eaten fruit salad, I retreated to my
room, angry that I was about to face even more solitude. I
hated being shut up in these rooms. While the guys had
been quite nice to me this time, I was sick of being shut in.
The men continued discussing the job out in the main
room. I could hear their voices rising and falling as they
worked out the details. Annoyed, I drifted off to sleep, only
to be woken a few hours later by Jude.
"We have to head out, I wanted to say goodbye first."
"Bye." I muttered. "At least make sure you call this
time?"
"We'll try, but we're on a job and that doesn't always
allow for communication back home," he explained. "Sunny
will be here tomorrow and Miles is here if you need anything
in the meantime."
"Great."
Jude kissed me on the forehead and left the room,
closing the door behind him and letting me wallow in the
darkness again. It sucked. This whole hitman thing was
highly overrated, I decided. There was no way I could do this
long term, always being shut up like a pet while they went
off to work.
Sunny arrived the next day, brought by Miles. She spun
in place, taking in the huge main room with its elegant white
leather furniture. "Oh my god, they have you living in sheer
luxury over here!"
"It's not that great when you have to stay inside
forever," I told her. "In fact, it's starting to feel more like a
prison."
"Well, I'm here to change that. I have permission to
charge whatever we need to the room, so we're going to
have a party!"
"With two of us?" I raised an eyebrow. Things had
definitely gotten me down the past few days.
"And Miles, if he wants to join," Sunny said with a
smile. "First things first, we need to fix that hair of yours."
"My hair?" I lifted a limp strand and stared at it.
"Yup. Your head is mostly healed now, right? So it's
time to get that hair styled and trimmed so your guys don't
know what hit them when they get back."
Before I knew it, Sunny had a team of hotel employees,
all of whom were under a nondisclosure contract, ready to
give us makeovers. Miles wisely disappeared into one of the
bedrooms while we were given hour long massages. Once
we were completely relaxed, we had our hair shampooed
and dried, then highlighted, trimmed, and styled. I'd never
had this kind of treatment before, but had to admit it was
nice to be pampered.
The final treat was a mani-pedi, another thing I'd never
tried before. I'd always painted my own nails as a teen and
having a full hand massage and my nails treated and
trimmed and buffed made me feel extravagant.
"Are you sure the guys aren't going to mind the
expense?" I worried.
Sunny laughed. "Girl, they're head over heels for you.
They'd give you the world on a plate if you asked for it."
"But they still can't stick around until I'm actually able
to get out and about," I grumbled.
She waved a hand tipped with purple and teal nails.
"That's men for you. You just have to find ways to amuse
yourself while they're off doing what they do."
"I guess." I smiled at her. "I'm glad you came over, this
is a lot of fun."
 "Oh, the fun is just getting started!" She laughed.
"Tonight, we'll do a real sleepover, with all the junk food and
chick flicks."
"I'm not supposed to watch TV."
"For a week. And that week is up!" Sunny beamed at
me. The women working on our toes finished up and
collected their things, heading out and leaving us feeling
fresh and pretty.
"This really is much better than sitting in a dark
basement, waiting for news," I admitted. Having someone
else there was a huge change and I appreciated that Sunny
had shown up. Miles was fine, but he was definitely not the
fun-loving girl that Sunny was. I had to admit that the man
would have been rather boring to hang out with for weeks
on end, if the Italy job ended up being that long.
We ordered a ridiculous amount of junk food for the
evening and made Miles sit and eat with us while we
watched Ever After, Never Been Kissed, and The Princess
Bride. He grudgingly obliged us and surprised me by
downing an entire banana split when Sunny challenged us
to an eating contest.
Finally, over sugared and exhausted, we fell into my
giant bed and crashed. It had been one of the best days of
my life since my parents were killed and I told Sunny that.
"Oh, honey, things are only going to look up from here
on out." She blew a kiss at me from her side of the bed and I
turned out the light.
Hopefully, this really was going to be my reality from
now on. Goodness knew I needed it. I went to sleep that
night with a smile on my face.
The next three days were similar, with Sunny keeping
me so busy that I barely had time to wonder if the men were
on Lorenzo's tail or not. On the fourth day, Sunny's phone
rang. She answered it, grinned and passed it to me. "One of
your boys," she whispered.
"Hello?"
 "Princess, I said we'd try to check in. It's been busy, but
we have a plan and the whole thing should be wrapped up
in a couple of days. We’re back in Chicago now and getting
your guy sorted." Jude's voice was a welcome one on the
other end of the phone.
"Did you find him okay?"
"Of course. We're good at what we do. We're just
getting everything in place. It takes some planning," he
assured me. "I'm not going to say much over the phone, but
we just want you to know we're good."
"Hey, are you two getting it on, lady-style?" Lux's voice
came on.
I chuckled. "No. We've mostly been eating junk food
and watching sappy movies."
"Wish I was there," Lux said mournfully. "I like sappy
movies and junk food."
"You'd also like mani pedis," I told him and he laughed.
"Maybe not going that far, but I'd join you two for
anything else."
"Is Gaine there?"
"Yup!" Lux passed the phone off.
"Baby girl," Gaine's gruff voice filled my ear and made
me instantly relax. "You okay?"
"Better than. Having Sunny here is a huge help."
"Good. Don't be afraid to spend some money on room
service," he told me firmly. "Get some meat on those
bones."
"You want me fat?"
"I like something to hold onto when I'm pounding into a
sweet pussy like yours," he rumbled.
I was already getting wet, but the men were too far
away to do anything about it. I sighed. "Don't get me riled
up, Gaine. You're too far away for that."
His laugh filled my ear and he said, "Fine. I'll save it for
when I'm back. We’re about to make sure you’re completely
safe again, baby girl."
 After hanging up, I looked at Sunny, who had a googly
look on her face. "You're sooooo in love with those boys,"
she sighed. "I'm so happy for you."
"I'm not in love. But they are growing on me," I
admitted. "Except Lux, who keeps fucking it up whenever I
think he's nice."
"Lux is a bit crazy," she nodded. "He's still hot as sin
and I bet he's dynamite in bed."
"He hasn't had sex with you?" I was surprised. I
thought she and Ruby had open access to everyone in the
club.
Sunny laughed. "Oh my god, did you think we were the
club whores? No, no, no. We do occasionally hook up with
one of the guys, but there's a whole group of women for
that. I've never been with any of your men."
For some reason, that made me feel a bit better. "What
about Ruby?"
"I think she slept with Gaine once, but she said he was
way too intense for her."
"Oh." I thought about it for a moment. "I guess he is
pretty intense. I only had the one experience with him
though."
"Oooh, tell me all about it." She leaned forward eagerly.
"It was the rape," I said flatly. "They raped me. Gaine
was the one who took my virginity, so it was definitely
something that freaked me out. He was not gentle."
She frowned. "He would have been gentle if he'd
known, I'm sure of it."
I shook my head. "Yeah, probably, but if he'd known, I
would hope none of them would have touched me."
"Do you trust them now?" Sunny asked. "I mean, you're
staying with them and you could leave, right?"
"When the job is done and Lorenzo is gone, I can do
whatever I want," I said. Though I honestly wasn't sure the
men would let me out of their sight, especially Lux, who
seemed inclined to kidnap me if necessary to keep me
around. I pushed that thought away. The main thing was to
eliminate Lorenzo as a threat in my life. From there, I could
live the life I wanted.
"Well?" Sunny asked and I realized she'd asked me a
question while I'd been pondering what to do.
"Sorry, what was the question?"
"I asked if you have plans once the whole thing is taken
care of."
"Um, not really." I grabbed a spring roll off the loaded
plate we had ordered for lunch. "I guess I'll start looking for
a job, first."
"The guys will so not let you have a job," she laughed.
"You know they're all multi-millionaires, right?"
"I didn't know, but even so, I'm not going to be a kept
woman," I told her.
"What if you have kids? Won't you stick around for
them?"
"Whoa, no kids. I'm not ready for kids now and maybe
not ever. Plus, can you imagine, kids with three hitmen as
their fathers? I think not." I shook my head.
"True." She nodded. "And every time they did a trip like
this, you'd be left with the little ones and no help, except
Ruby and I would totally come help you."
"No kids," I repeated firmly. It wasn't that I didn't like
kids, but I really didn't want to have any of my own,
particularly right now. Maybe, in the very distant future, if
everything went well and I could get my life back on track.
And heal from everything in my past. "I probably need a few
decades of therapy at this point anyway, before I could even
consider being an influence in a kid's life."
After that, Sunny turned the conversation to other
things and we picked out our lineup of movies to watch for
the afternoon and evening. My heart felt at ease now that I
knew the men were safe, so I was able to fully immerse
myself in the fun of throwing popcorn at the TV and making
jokes about the acting. It was an easy evening and another
day of making my heart full.

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It was time. Gaine had finally deemed tonight the night

and we were ready to take Bianchi out. The man was as
routine as a rabbit, consistently visiting the same cafes and
restaurants, doing the same things every day. We'd spent
the past week, after getting in from the hit in Italy, learning
about his routines. One of us was always shadowing him. It
was the tedious part of a hit that really made me itch under
my skin, but it was necessary to make sure everything went
off without a hitch.
Jude was in charge of the details, as always. I had
called dibs on actually offing the man. He made my skin
crawl every time I looked at his ugly mug.
My fingers itched to destroy the man, torture him until
he understood what he'd done to our Eva. But that wasn't in
the cards. He had to go out in what would look like an
accident. I sighed, drumming my fingers on my leg while I
waited for the others.
The plan was all laid out, but there were always things
that could go wrong if we weren't careful. That's why Jude
was in charge of finessing the general plan that Gaine came
up with. I would just rush in and ruin everything if those two
didn't keep me in check, which was why we were the perfect
team.
 "Okay, you ready, Lux?" Jude asked, as he loaded the
last of our plan into the backseat of the car.
"More than," I told him. "Let's get this done and get
back to our girl."
Gaine slid into the driver's seat and nodded in
agreement. "Quick and clean, guys."
I bounced in my seat, eager to get going and Jude got
into the front seat. He tossed a burrito at me and I caught it.
Good thinking, we were always hungry before a hit, but I
rarely remembered to eat because of the excitement. Jude
knew this and remembered to feed everyone. I bet Eva
would be the same way, if she joined us on our tasks. That
thought excited me and sent my brain into a tailspin as I
wolfed down the burrito.
"Lux, you know your part of the plan?" Gaine was
checking in with me and I realized we'd made our
destination while I was daydreaming.
"I know," I assured him. "You know, Eva would be the
perfect person to execute this plan."
"Except he thinks she's dead." Gaine frowned at me.
"Keep your mind on the job, Lux."
"Sir, yes, sir." I smoothed out my shirt and stepped out
of the car, heading toward the club a short distance away.
Within minutes, I'd gotten inside, just like the past few
nights, and started dancing with a cute blonde. She was
nothing compared to my little mouse, but I needed her for
the cover, so we flirted and danced and started making out.
My eyes were on the bar, though and when Bianchi found
his seat there, I pulled back from the blonde.
"I need a drink, you want anything?" I asked her. She
beamed at me and requested a piña colada. Typical girly
drink.
Dodging my way to the counter, I leaned in next to
Bianchi and waved at the bartender. "Whisky on the rocks
and a piña colada." The bartender nodded and started
making the drink while I dug in my pocket for my money.
Jude walked behind me, bumping into Bianchi and excusing
himself as I reached over his glass of beer to hand the
bartender the bills. The drugs dropped soundlessly into the
beer, frothing it slightly and then it was gone as the
bartender grabbed the money and slid the drinks over to
me.
"Keep the change!" I called over the music. Then I
melted back into the crowd and took my dance partner her
drink. Throwing back my whiskey, I grinned at her and
proceeded to dance for a few more songs.
Bianchi was downing his usual whiskey now that he'd
finished his beer. We'd noticed that was his standard go to.
Tonight, however, he staggered off his stool earlier than
normal, looking flushed and glassy-eyed. No one stopped
him as he wandered out of the club. I saw Jude on the phone
and bid my dance partner goodbye, then headed back to
the car.
"It all went smoothly," I reported to Gaine. He nodded
and pulled out, driving nearly two blocks before we picked
up Jude. Then we followed the tracking device we'd placed
on Bianchi's car.
"Good job."
We drove along at a moderate pace, waiting and
watching the red dot on the tracker. When it reached the
curve where we'd mapped out the best place to do things,
Jude pressed a button. It wasn't visible on the tracker, but
we all knew the tire had just blown out. The tracker dot
suddenly jerked and swerved off the road, exactly as
planned.
"Let's go make sure the job is done," Jude grinned. All
of us were thrilled with this particular job. It was personal
this time.
I leaned forward between the seats as we pulled up to
the curve, fresh tire tracks leading off and down the
embankment. The rear end of the car was still above water,
thanks to the shallow depth here. Jude wanted him found
fast.
"He's still in there," Gaine said, satisfied.
After 10 minutes, I got out of the car and headed to a
rockier patch where my footprints wouldn't show. Then I
made my way to the shoreline and picked my way across to
the edge where the car was sunken into the water. A quick
look showed that Bianchi was still in the driver's seat,
floating in the water that had filled the cabin. I grabbed a
stick and tapped the window, but he didn't move. It wouldn't
have taken him long to drown in the state he was in, so I
tossed the stick and climbed back up to the car.
"He's a goner."
"Good, let's get back to our girl," Gaine drove away
from the accident scene.

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Sunny hugged me goodbye and left with Miles, who

was going to drive her back to the club. It had been a fun
week and a half, even without the men around, but they'd
called a few hours ago and let us know they were on the
way back.
"I'll get out of the way, those boys have more than a
little bloodlust," Sunny had laughed when she heard they
were done with the job.
Anxious to see them again, I showered and freshened
up. We'd had our hair done twice in the past week and my
fingers and toes sported fresh gel coatings that sparkled as I
dried myself and pulled on a sundress that Miles had
brought back after Sunny decided I needed a more
"versatile" wardrobe. I didn't like spending the guys' money,
but she certainly had no objection to it.
I was pacing in the main room when the elevator slid
open and they walked in. It was the first time I'd seen the
three of them come back from a job without facing a
tragedy. It felt good not to have anything blown up this time.
"There's my little mouse!" Lux exclaimed, dropping his
bag and running to lift me in his arms. My legs automatically
wrapped around his waist and he cupped my ass, holding
me closer to his body. "I've missed you. Am I forgiven yet?"
 "Maybe," I told him coyly, then I turned serious. "Is
Lorenzo dead?"
"Very," Jude said, coming up to kiss my cheek. "We
made sure of it."
"How did you do it?" I asked, sliding out of Lux's arms. I
was hesitant to hear the details, but at the same time, I
needed to know. I had to know Lorenza was well and truly
gone.
"He got extra drunk," Jude informed me, "With some
help from us, of course. Then he drove irresponsibly and we
helped him along with a small popper in his tire, making it
blow out at just the right point. He then crashed his car into
a lake. Unfortunately, his seatbelt jammed, so even if he
was coherent enough to try and get out, it would have been
very, very hard."
I tried to imagine how that all went down, but it still
seemed unreal that the man who had destroyed my family
and tried to destroy me was truly dead. The frown on my
face seemed to worry Lux.
"I have proof," he told me.
The other men stared at him. "Lux?" Gaine growled.
"What? I knew she'd need to see it for herself," Lux
said, pulling out his phone. He swiped through to his photo
gallery and pulled up an image. Holding his phone out to
me, he grinned diabolically. "See, little mouse? He will never
bother you again."
There on the screen was the face of Lorenzo Bianchi.
His eyes were open, his mouth gaping, but he was definitely
not alive in this photo. His arms floated ahead of him in the
greenish water that filled the vehicle. It was a gruesome
photo, but it was one that finally made me feel safe. It was
over. Lorenzo was dead and no one would know that I was
still alive.
I grinned back at the men, as Jude grabbed the phone
and twisted it to see. "Lux, what the fuck? You can't store
evidence on your phone! What if we'd been pulled over?"
 "She needed it," he said simply.
"I did. Thank you, Lux." I kissed him lightly, then turned
to the other two men. "Thank you, all of you, for doing this
for me. I'm still not sure how I feel about you all being
killers, but this was definitely something that had to be
done."
"Glad to do this job for you," Jude told me, moving
forward to kiss me deeply. "And even happier to be back
here with you in my arms."
Gaine stepped up behind me and nuzzled my hair.
"There's just one thing we need from you."
"Oh?" I asked, feigning ignorance.
"We need a good hard fuck after a job. It stirs up our
blood and nothing calms it down until we can come a few
times." His voice rumbled in my ear. "You up for that, baby
girl? We have two kills behind us and we haven’t touched
another woman."
"Yes," I squeaked, though I wasn't entirely sure I could
handle all three of them at once. "Just . . . maybe no knives
and whips?"
"That will come later," Jude promised. "Right now, we
want you. Your sweet lips, your soaked pussy, your gorgeous
eyes."
"Dibs on the pussy first," Lux bounced into our group
hug and nipped my ear.
"Fuck that," Gaine said. "I'm the leader of this group, I
get first dibs." He scooped me up from behind and carried
me into one of the rooms that had been mostly unoccupied
for our entire stay.
"This is a new dress," Jude said, his eyes running up
and down me with hunger in them. "I like it."
"Thanks. Miles picked it," I said with a smile. A moment
later, my smile disappeared as he grasped the neckline and
tore it roughly down the front. "Hey! I liked it too."
"We'll get you more dresses, baby girl," Gaine said
from behind me. He sat on the bed and pulled me back onto
his lap, nuzzling and kissing my neck.
The bra was the next thing to go. Lux ignored my
request for no knives and used a slim one to cut the bra
right down the middle. I glared at him, but he just trailed the
knife down my belly and hooked it into the silky black
panties I was wearing. With a tearing sound, the panties
were cut away, too.
"Lux, see how wet our girl is for us," Gaine said in his
gravelly voice.
Lux dropped to his knees and spread my legs, gazing
at me for a long moment, then he dove in. I yelped at the
ferocity of his attack, but it immediately made me even
wetter. He lifted his face to tell Gaine, "She's sopping, G."
"Excellent." Gaine slid out from under me, tipping me
back so I was lying on the bed with Lux lapping at my folds.
I watched as he unbuttoned his cuffs, then rapidly
unbuttoned the rest of his shirt, revealing his broad chest.
The shirt was tossed away and he stripped out of his pants
in record time. Beside him, Lux peeled off his t-shirt, his
eyes on mine, eager and hungry.
When both men were naked, Gaine touched Lux's
shoulder and took his place, kneeling to taste me. He
groaned against my clit and I arched my hips toward him,
urging him to take me harder.
"Tonight, you get all of us," Jude told me, as he climbed
onto the bed beside me, fisting his hard length.
I just nodded, opening my mouth as he aimed his cock
at my lips. He let out a contented, "Ohhhh," as he slid over
my tongue. The salty tang of his precum nearly distracted
me from the action between my legs.
Gaine seemed to notice my concentration slipping and
nipped my clit. It throbbed and hurt, but felt good at the
same time. I wasn't even sure how to react.
As Jude plundered my mouth, I swirled my tongue over
his silky skin and let one hand slide down to dig into Gaine's
hair. He liked that, growling into my and sending tremors
rushing through my entire body. I'd never felt anything like
it. My pussy clenched around nothing, desperate for
penetration.
There was no way to tell Gaine what I wanted or how
badly I ached to have him inside me. Jude had his hand
around my throat, gently cutting off just enough airflow to
direct my attention back to him. He began to thrust harder
into my mouth, reaching the back of my throat and making
me gag. The first gag made him grin and the second had
him throwing back his head and heaving deep breaths.
I tried to swallow his long cock down my throat and
managed to take him even deeper without gagging and Jude
gasped, his eyes piercing me as he looked back down at me.
"Oh, baby, you have no idea what that does to me. I'm
going to unload deep in your throat."
"Do it," Lux urged, getting onto the bed on the other
side of me. He kissed the corner of my mouth as Jude thrust
deeper and harder again and again. "Take him all, little
mouse, all of him. Let him dump his seed down your throat."
"Shut the fuck up, Lux," Jude said, his voice strained.
He pulled out and rubbed his cock head over my lips,
bumping into Lux's mouth at the same time. To my surprise,
Lux stuck out his tongue and licked his friend. Then he
flashed me a grin and bent to bite my nipple.
Between the nipple nip that send lightning flashing to
my groin, Gaine's careful attention to my clit and the
sudden invasion of his thick fingers, I erupted, yelling out
my pleasure. Jude took the opportunity to thrust deep into
my throat, silencing me and spewing his cum down my
throat, so far back I didn't even taste it until he dragged his
heavy, spent cock back over my tongue.
"Now the real fun begins," Gaine said, rising from his
knees. His mouth was shiny with my juices and his eyes
were hungry. He looked like he might actually tear into me
at any moment. His dick jutted out, nearly purple from how
hard it was. "I'm not stopping, baby girl, until you're
screaming and crushing me with that pussy."
Jude pulled me further up on the bed, so my legs were
on it, as well. Then Gaine crawled over me, looming above
my body and lowering his mouth to devour me. His tongue
dove into my mouth, licking and mouth fucking me. He
didn't care that I still tasted of Jude's come or that my juices
were all over his face.
His hand went down and he fisted himself, rubbing the
head of his cock up and down my slit until I was panting in
desperation. Shivers ran through me every time he hit my
clit.
"Turn over. I want you on all fours."
I did as I was told and instantly, Lux slid under me to
lick and nip at my clit as Gaine thrust into me, filling me
impossibly full in an instant. I gasped and tightened around
him. For a long moment, Gaine didn't move, letting me
adjust to his massive girth. Then he started to slide in and
out faster and faster until he was pounding into me so hard,
I couldn't hold myself up anymore. My front collapsed and I
found myself licking at Lux's cock as it slapped his belly,
right below my face.
He continued to lick my clit and as far down as he
could go before hitting Gaine's powerful thrusts. Lux's
fingers were busy, too, kneading and twisting my breasts
until I felt another explosion coming. This one felt different
and I realized why when the orgasm washed over me,
tensing me up. I felt myself spraying Lux's face and the bed.
Lux didn't stop. He hummed against me and made me tense
again.
"Fuck, this is too hot." Jude knelt in front of me, his grip
tight around his cock. It was already hard again and leaking
precum as he stroked it. "I want in there again."
"Wait your turn," Gaine grunted out. He grabbed my
shoulders and pulled me back up, jerking me back on his
dick like some sort of rag doll.
 The next time I came, he roared along with me and
pulled out of my pussy, hot jets of come roping over my
lower back and buttocks. I clenched around nothing and
whimpered at the sensation.
"Sorry, baby girl, I had to have you bare, but we'll use
condoms from here on out," Gaine gasped, collapsing
beside me.
Lux was between my legs in a moment, pulling a
condom over his hard dick and thrusting inside me in a
moment. He held my hips and jerked against me, his thrusts
filling me up and hitting something deep inside me that sent
thrills of pain and pleasure through my body. "I'm not going
to last long, babe," he whispered, hunching over me and
moving faster and faster until he tipped over the edge and
held himself inside me. I could feel him throb as he filled the
condom and then he finally slid out and ran a finger through
my slit, making me shudder again.
I collapsed on the bed, exhausted after both Gaine and
Lux. It reminded me of the first night we'd met, though, I
had never actually considered pleasure that night. Now, I
was reveling in it. Tiny shudders and shivers kept rolling
over me, making Lux laugh in delight.
"Did we break you, little mouse? You can't give up yet,
we're all good for at least two rounds."
"I remember," I told him.
Jude came out of the bathroom with a damp washcloth
and gently cleaned me. He wiped Gaine's come off my back
and then flipped me over, spreading my legs and staring
down at me. "That pussy looks well used, but it better be up
for one more cock," he told me.
"It is," I nodded.
"Good girl." He had the condom unrolled over his
length in a moment and then teased me by rubbing it in
circles over my clit until I whimpered. "Tell me what you
want, princess."
"You, inside me."
 "You got it." He hiked my legs up over his shoulders,
lifting my ass off the bed and slid easily into me. I was so
lubricated from the other men that he had no trouble
bottoming out and then sliding ever so slowly out of me and
back in. "Like that?"
"More," I whimpered, the need driving me to pull him
closer with my legs hooked around his hips.
Jude grinned and picked up the pace, driving into me
like a jackhammer as he moaned my name.
Lux and Gaine each took a breast and began suckling
and nibbling, making every thrust that Jude made even
more delightful and pleasurable.
I exploded once again with Jude seated deep inside me
and he held still for a long moment, reaching between us to
strum my clit and prolong the ecstasy. When I finally
returned to earth, dizzy and worn out, he rammed into me
again and again, chasing his own release. He found it a
moment later groaning deep as he jerked and spasmed and
collapsed on top of me.
"You're going to be the death of me, with your perfect
pussy," he muttered.
"All of us," Lux grinned. "My turn again."
"I don't know if I can go again," I moaned. "I'm so
tired."
"That's the fun of having three men to pleasure you,"
Lux chuckled. He dipped between my legs and soothed the
aches away with his tongue. "Let's take it to the shower."
Gaine grumbled his approval and picked me up,
carrying me into the bathroom. The shower was large
enough for all of us to get inside, so he set me down and
Jude carefully fiddled with the various knobs until both
showerheads were set to slightly hotter than warm. The hot
water was welcome. They'd been far gentler this time, but I
still felt the familiar twinges that I'd had after that first night
with them.
 Leaning against Gaine, I closed my eyes and just
enjoyed Jude washing me up with a cloth and fragrant body
wash that Miles had bought. It was vanilla and freesia, which
smelled amazing together, but even smells weren't helping
revive me.
Lux appeared a minute later with Gatorade for all of us.
"Drink up, little mouse. This will make you feel better. You're
dehydrated from all that squirting."
"I love that you squirt," Jude whispered in my ear,
pulling my hair back so I could drink from the bottle Lux
handed me.
Gaine chugged his back and grinned down at me.
"Ready for round two?"
"Not exactly."
He spun me around to face Jude and bent to sink his
teeth into the back of my neck. It was an instant wakeup,
with signals rushing down my spine. My brain shouted at me
to let him in and I leaned forward slightly, presenting my ass
to him.
"That's my girl." Gain picked me up and spun me again,
letting me slide down him and onto his cock, which was
ready to go again. He impaled me and then started lifting
and lowering me on his length. "Lux, you take the rear."
"Wait, what?" I widened my eyes, but it was already too
late. Lux was rubbing something cold on my asshole, then
sliding a finger inside. He gently stretched me out and
scissoring two fingers while working more lube up inside
me. With Gaine moving deep within, the feeling was actually
pleasurable, though strange.
"Is she ready?" Jude asked.
"So ready," Lux breathed behind me.
Jude stepped up to my side, turning my face so he
could kiss my lips. "Princess, let him in. Relax your muscles
and just push a little against his cock. It will work better that
way."
 I tried to do as he said and gasped when Lux's head
popped inside the tight ring. It stung and I said as much, so
he slid slightly back and forth until the sting diminished.
Then he slowly pushed deeper until he was seated
completely inside me.
"I feel so full," I said in wonderment. Gaine had stopped
moving and both men were just staying there, inside my
body, their cocks pulsing slightly against each other, with
only a thin wall between them.
"Ready, baby girl?" Gaine started to move again and
Lux joined him. They slid in and out in tandem, making me
whine at the overwhelming sensations.
"It's too much, too much," I gasped into Jude's mouth.
"You've got this, princess. You were made for our cocks,
just let them use you."
This time, it took far less time for the rush of pleasure
to overcome me. I slumped against Gaine as he continued
to jerk me up and down on his and Lux's cocks until they
both stiffened and I felt myself clench again in response. My
body released in an explosive orgasm that had me shaking
and shivering against Gaine.
"Oh my god," Lux shouted from behind me, squirting
his seed deep in my bowels. Gaine grunted and pulled out,
fisting himself as he spurted onto my stomach.
"Better get this girl on some birth control," Jude
commented, watching Gaine's this semen slid down my
belly. "You're going to knock her up in no time, Gaine."
"I pulled out on time both times," the big man
glowered. "But yes, get Crick to give her the shot as soon as
possible. I want to fuck that pussy raw every day."
"Unless you want kids?" Jude asked me.
"Whoa, no, no way."
"So, we'll get you on birth control," he said, as if that
were that simple.
I was in no mood to discuss the whole thing, after
having been fucked silly. I let my men wash me up and dry
me. They carried me to my room, since, as Lux pointed out,
I'd soaked the other bed.
"We'll just have to pile in here," he said in a satisfied
voice.
Gaine set me gently in the center of the bed and
spooned me from behind, his thick cock nestled in my crack.
Jude climbed into bed in front of me wrapping his arms
around me. Lux curled up at the foot of the bed, with his
head resting on my thigh. I didn't even wait to see if they
had anything else to talk about, my brain turned off the
instant I closed my eyes.

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 Goodbye Penthouse

The morning after the free for all was painful. I winced
when I got up to pee and nearly yelped when I did pee and
everything stung. This whole getting railed six times in a
night was going to take some getting used to. I carefully
cleaned my bits with a cool washcloth to soothe it all and
then found some undergarments, a black tank top and a
pair of loose sweatpants. My body didn't want anything tight
against it.
The men were in the main room, talking to Miles. They
looked up as I dragged myself to the sofa and sank into it,
yawning.
"Sleep well, princess?" Jude asked. He brought me a
tray of fruit and cheese Danishes and I grabbed one.
"I slept hard," I admitted. "What time is it?"
"Nearly ten," Gaine responded. "You were out like a
light last night."
"Exercise will do that," I said. Then I promptly ate three
Danishes before I tuned in to what everyone was talking
about. They were discussing leaving and packing everything
up.
"Wait, are we going somewhere?" I asked, my fourth
Danish forgotten in my hand.
"New house!" Lux crowed.
I frowned. "What are you talking about?"
 "We found a new place to stay until our house is
rebuilt." Jude set a mug of coffee in front of me and I gave
him a grateful smile.
"So, we're not staying here?"
"You're not in danger any longer, so we thought it
would be nice to live in a real place again. Our house won't
be ready for another six or seven months, so we rented a
place for the next year. Ready to see it?"
"I guess." I felt weird about leaving the penthouse. It
was the only safe place I'd had in the past several months.
Since my family was killed, I felt like every single place I'd
been had been ruined or dangerous. The hotel, while not
home, felt safe.
"We'll protect you, but Bianchi is gone," Gaine pointed
out.
I nodded. "Yes, I know. It's just hard to wrap my mind
around it."
"Need to see the pic again?" Lux started digging his
phone out.
"No, I'm good." I held up a hand to stop him. "Do I need
to pack?"
"I'll do that for you," Miles assured me.
"Let's go!" Lux was dancing around again and I had to
laugh as I followed him into the elevator.
When I stepped into the basement parking lot, I winced
at the sight of the bikes. Lux had a new bike ready to go.
"You okay?" Jude asked. He always seemed to notice if
something was off.
"I'm really sore from last night."
"I can fix that," Lux said, with a gleam in his eye. He
adjusted himself and walked over to me. "A little hair of the
dog."
"No hair of the dog," I told him firmly. "Just, don't go
over any potholes."
"You can ride with me," Jude said, mounting his bike
and reversing out of the parking space. He handed me a
helmet and I carefully put it on, ignoring Lux's pouting.
Then I climbed aboard, hugging Jude around the
middle. He was wider than Lux and it was difficult to get my
arms all the way around him, so I settled for just reaching as
far as I could and digging my fingers into his ribs.
We took off, following Gaine, who apparently knew
where we were going. It was a long drive and I nearly fell
asleep after the long night I'd had. I kept my head buried in
Jude's back, so I didn't realize we'd arrived until he stopped
and shut off the motor.
Lifting my head, I saw a cozy home with a nice porch
out front. There were tall iron walls all around the vibrant
green space and I smiled at the sight. My men knew that
would make me feel safe, even if Lorenzo was actually out
of the picture now. I slipped off the bike and Gaine took my
hand.
"Come see," he said. "This is only until we finish our
place, but I think you'll like it."
I did. The place was perfect and Miles busied himself
immediately, making snacks and coffee in the massive
kitchen. I curled up on a gray sofa, with Gaine on one side
and Lux on the other. Jude sank onto the floor between my
legs and switched on the television.
"In other news, a car belonging to Lorenzo Bianchi has
been discovered in Lake Michigan. The mafia son's body was
found inside the vehicle. While toxicology and autopsy
reports will tell us more, police have confirmed that Bianchi
was drinking shortly before he left in his vehicle. Onlookers
said he appeared drunk." The newscaster spoke as scenes
of the car being winched out of the water appeared on the
screen. A photo of Lorenzo appeared as the newscaster
briefly summarized his position as a real estate mogul and
known mafia member's son. Then they were on to another
story.
"Well." I shook my head. "That's that then."
 "It is." Gaine nuzzled my neck. "It's really over. You can
rest now, baby girl."
He was right. Seeing the news story and knowing that
it was all out there made me feel lighter. I smiled at my
men. "Thank you for getting rid of him."
"We are hit men," Gaine pointed out.
"Yeah, but you do it for money and I don't have any
money. So, thank you."
"Oh, I'm sure we can find ways to make you pay," Lux
murmured, kissing my neck on the other side. "I like to take
my pay in kind."
"Now I'm actually a whore then?" I raised an eyebrow.
"No, you're the woman we love," Jude said firmly,
turning so he was kneeling between my legs. He looked up
at me, his eyes dark with desire.
"Did you say love?" I leaned back a bit, shocked.
"That's what he said," Lux nipped at my ear. "Do you
have a problem with that?"
"Well, considering our history, yeah, I might. You can't
love me. You barely know me."
"We know enough," Gaine said, with a happy rumble in
his voice.
"Seriously? You're all saying you love me?"
"We are," they said as one and I fell back on the sofa.
How was this possible? There was no way these three men
should love me. But I had to admit that they had definitely
grown on me and maybe there was something more there.
"You don't have to say it back, not until you feel it, too."
Lux ran his hands under my shirt and peeled it up over my
head. Gaine moved back to allow the shirt to strip off my
body and then he was fumbling for my bra with his big
fingers.
Miles popped in and I covered my chest with my hands.
"I'm leaving for groceries, I'll be gone for some time," he
said quietly, not looking at us. He set a tray of coffee and
my favorite tiny sandwiches on the coffee table, then
hurried out. He was obviously not interested in witnessing
what was about to go down.
I watched him go and then Gaine gently peeled my
hands away from my chest and pulled my bra off, exposing
my breasts to them. While he and Lux feasted on my
nipples, Jude made short work of my bottoms and my
panties. Then he dove between my legs to enjoy himself,
pulling my hips closer to the edge of the cushion and
making himself at home with my legs over his shoulders.
"You're just lusting after me, not loving me," I panted,
as their tongues did amazing things to my body.
Lux popped off my breast long enough to say, "We can
do both," before sinking his teeth into the soft rounded flesh
there. I yelped and Jude's teeth scraping over my clit sent
me over the edge. Throwing my head back, I came hard
against his mouth and dug my fingers into the hair of the
two men who were on my breasts.
"This girl needs a bed," Jude said, standing up.
Gaine quickly scooped me into his arms and rushed
upstairs to the bedrooms. "There weren't enough rooms, but
we figured you could share with one of us each night."
"Like you're not all going to pile into the same bed with
me," I teased.
Lux chuckled. "You got that right!"
The men stripped so fast I didn't have time to enjoy the
sight before they converged on me. Gaine moved straight to
my head, rubbing the head of his meaty cock over my lips
and leaving the salty taste of his precum there. I licked it
away and opened my mouth, eager to take him in. He was
thick enough to stretch my lips a little and he took his time
working his way in.
While Gaine gently thrusted at my mouth, Jude
produced a flogger from somewhere and ran it over my
body. Tingles followed the motion and I spread my legs for
him, but he didn't take the bait.
 "Turn over, little mouse." Lux helped me flip until I was
on my hands and knees. Gaine knelt before me so I could
keep sucking him. Lux scooted himself below me, nibbling at
my breasts before he pulled my hips down to impale me on
his hard rod. He let out a groan as he buried himself deeply
inside me. "God, you feel so good."
"I'm just going to play a bit, princess," Jude said,
bringing the flogger down lightly on my buttock. "Then I'm
going to fuck your brains out."
I groaned my agreement out around Gaine's cock and
felt him twitch in my mouth. Then Jude smacked me a little
harder. Over and over, he trailed the flogger across my skin,
then cracked it down on my rear, making me jerk. Every
time I jerked, Lux whimpered under me, his cock pulsing.
Finally, when my buttocks felt red and hot, Jude laid the
flogger down and grabbed some lube. He gently slid a finger
inside my tight pucker and massaged around for a minute.
The movement sent Lux into a flurry of thrusting into me
and against Jude's finger. Then Jude was pressing something
much bigger against the tight ring and I took a deep breath
through my nose, trying to relax for him. He pressed harder,
sliding in easier than the first time.
With all three of my men inside me, I felt perfectly full.
This was where I was meant to be. For the next several
minutes, nothing could be heard but the slap of flesh on
flesh and our groans of pleasure. The two dicks rubbing
against each other inside me brought me to climax long
before any of them were ready. I came three more times
before Lux couldn't take it any longer and erupted inside me
with a long moan. Jude followed shortly after, with Gaine
shooting his load down my throat as soon as Jude grunted
and his hips stuttered against me.
As we lay in a messy heap on the bed, I looked around
at my men. "So, who's room is this?"
"This is Fuck Room One," Lux muttered. "Poor Miles is
going to have a lot of laundry. You squirt more than any
woman I've ever met."
I winced. "I don't mean to. It just happens."
"Baby girl, we love it," Gaine pressed a kiss to my
forehead. "We love you."
"I'm pretty sure I'm falling for you guys, too," I said
with a yawn.
"Good enough for me." Jude bent to swipe his tongue
up my slit. "Ready for more?"

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"Okay, open your eyes," Lux crowed.

I slid off the bike and looked at the house in front of
me. The building company had worked fast to tear down the
bombed out remains of the original mansion and rebuild it.
But this building was different from the original. I'd been
consulted on color choices, designs, and my preferred
kitchen appliances, even though Miles did all the cooking.
They wouldn't let me see the actual house design though
and now I stood before the finished place.
"It's incredible." I stared at the beautiful white house. It
was two stories tall, with a wraparound veranda and wide
steps that led up to the double front door. Panels of stained
glass were set on each side of the door. The best part was to
the right side of the house. A three-story tower, something
I'd dreamed of since I was a little girl.
"Let's go inside," Gaine said, placing his huge hands on
my shoulders and nuzzling my head. The men led me up the
steps and Lux ran ahead to open the doors, letting us into
the foyer.
The place was amazing. I was thrilled to find the
kitchen laid out to be open to the dining room so we could
talk to Miles while we ate. The lower floor of the tower was a
rounded part of the living room, with windows all around it
and window seats. Upstairs, it was a sitting area and library,
with bookshelves running all around the curved walls and
comfortable seating, with a spiral staircase to one side.
"Go ahead and go upstairs," Jude urged.
I didn't need any prompting. I hurried up, with the guys
right on my heels.
"It's perfect!" I gasped, as I stepped into the upstairs
space. It was set up as an office, with a curved desk set
against windows on one side, overlooking the gardens. A
brand-new computer was set up there and there were
canvases and paints set up on the other side, ready to delve
into. I'd taken up painting after doing a class with Ruby and
Sunny and apparently the men were eager to cultivate my
growing skill.
"This is yours, all yours," Jude told me. "Whenever you
get sick of us, you can come up here and just enjoy
yourself."
"Thank you." I hugged him, then Lux, and finally,
Gaine.
"We want you happy while you're with us, baby girl,"
Gaine murmured into my hair.
"Now come back downstairs. Wait until you see our
room!" Lux tugged on my hand, his eyes alight.
We each had our own room, decorated to our individual
tastes. Mine was exactly as I'd designed it, so it wasn't a
surprise. What was a surprise was the room that Lux
deemed "ours." It was a large room with the biggest bed I'd
ever seen in the middle of it. There was a glass case on one
wall, showcasing a variety of whips and floggers, all of
which Jude had introduced me to over the past several
months.
"This is our room because we can all fit," Lux
explained. He pointed at the closet. "We've got everything
we need in there and a bathroom for us all."
Every room had its own on-suite bathroom, but this one
was extra. Two sinks, a full shelf of washcloths, and best of
all, a massive shower with four shower heads.
 "Enough for everyone," Gaine told me, with a smile.
"I love it. I can't believe you came up with all this."
"That's not all," Jude winked at me. He grabbed a
remote from the bedside table in the bedroom and tapped a
button. A trapdoor opened and a rather interesting swing
dropped from the ceiling. "A sex swing, for when we want to
get more adventurous."
"There are also anchor points all around the room," Lux
pointed out. "We can tie you up any way we want you."
"Maybe I'll just tie you up," I retorted.
Lux flashed me a sexy grin. "Maybe I'd like that."
"Anything else can wait," I told them. "I want to try out
this bed."
"We have until tomorrow morning," Jude told me. "Then
we're off on a hit."
"So soon?" I was about to pout, but then my thoughts
turned to the perfect office space in the tower. "I guess I'll
have to wait out my days in my tower, longing for my
lovers."
"Guess so," Jude grinned and pulled me in to kiss me
full on the lips. "But this is a short one. We'll be back in a
few days."
"That's what you said last time and you were away for
two weeks," I reminded him.
"That's why we got you these." Lux walked to the
mirrored closet and slid open the doors.
I had to laugh. Beside the obviously kinky outfits they
wanted me to wear was a large display case, much like
Jude's, with a range of vibrators in it. "That's what you got
me?"
"The ones on the bottom row are all remotely
triggered," Jude explained. "So, if you use any of these, we
can trigger them at any point, from anywhere in the world."
"You're usually too busy to call, how are you going to
dial up a vibrator?"
 "We'll find a way," Gaine grinned at me. He wrapped
his huge arms around me and I sank back against him,
feeling at home. This really was my safe spot.
"You know, I'm kind of glad Lorenzo drove me into your
arms," I said, tilting my head back to look up at Gaine. I
turned my gaze to the other two men who stood before me.
"I love you all and this wouldn't have happened without the
bad."
"Very true," Jude said. He stepped forward and kissed
me deeply. I could feel him hardening against my belly and
smiled into the kiss.
Lux was already right there, running his hands over
me. "I love you, too, little mouse."
I was in the perfect place, with the perfect men for me.
They might not be the kindest or most moral of men, but
they were mine.

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 About The Author

VERONICA HEMLOCK has been writing dark stories since

she could pick up a pencil. Her first book was about a little
girl murdering her pet duck and things have only gotten
darker over time.
Veronica lives in Vancouver, Canada with her three cats,
Hades, Persephone, and Nyx and spends her non-writing
time reading dark romance, watching crime shows, and
testing out new coffee shops to feed her ever growing
caffeine addiction.

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